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THE AMERICAN 



TEMPERANCE CYCLOPEDIA 



OF 



HISTORY, BIOGRAPHY, ANECDOTE. 
AND ILLUSTRATION. 



REV. I. B. WAKELEY, D.D. 




" O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let me call thee devil !" 

" Oh I that men should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains."' 

Shakspeare. 




New York: 
National Temperance Society and Publication House, 

No. 58 READE STREET. 



T875- 






Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875. D _ v 

J. N. STEARNS, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 



$*o tijr 

HONORABLE WILLIAM E. DODGE, 

PRESIDENT OF THE NATIONAL TEMPERANCE SOCIETY, 

THE LONG, LIFETIME FRIEND AND PATRON OF TEMPERANCE ; 

TO THE 

^VICE-PRESIDENTS, 

WHO ARE NOBLE MEN ENGAGED TX V NOBLE WORK; 

TO 

"The Sons of Temperance" "The Templars of Honor," "The Good 
Templars" and all Kindred Societies; 

TO 

ALL THE FRIENDS AND PROMOTERS OF TEMPERANCE EVERYWHERE, 

IS THIS 

Humble Volume Most Respectfully and. Affectionately 

Beirtcatrt 

BY 

THEIR FELLOW-LABORER IN ONE OF THE BEST OF ENTERPRISES, 

J. B. WAKELEY. 



iv PREFACE. 

1 have not only beheld the wretched effects of rum-drink- 
ing, but of rum-selling. Alas ! that the state commissions 
men to do this murderous business. The license system is 
one of legalized murder. Men thus authorized line their 
purses with the price of blood, and then tie them up with 
the broken heart-strings of their ruined customers. When 
will this relic of the dark ages be done away with for ever? 

I have known most of the early founders as well as the 
later advocates of temperance. We should be thankful for 
such illustrious founders, as well as their noble successors, 
who have caught the falling mantles of the ascended fathers. 

Why have we another book on temperance? Because I 
was anxious to do something with my pen to promote its in- 
terests when my voice shall be silent and my silver hairs 
laid in the dust. 

The reader will find in this volume a great variety of 
history, biography, anecdote, and incidents illustrating 
intemperance and temperance with their various phases. 
A part is original ; and as for the remainder, I have drawn 
from every possible source. 

I have generally given credit where I knew to whom 
it belonged. I am indebted specially to " Permanent Tem- 
perance Documents." 

The Roll of Honor is unlike anything I have seen. I 
would like to have enrolled others, and especially a number 
of the heroes on the other side of the Atlantic — Father 
Mathew, Hon. J. S. Buckingham, William Tweedie, and 
a number more who deserve immortal renown. 

This book, I trust, will be read by thousands who have 
seen the writer on the platform and in the pulpit, pleading 
the cause of temperance, and by thousands w r ho have never 
seen him, who would like to know something of his tem- 
perance history. They shall be gratified. 



PREFACE. 



Forty-four years ago I signed the temperance pledge. 
There is no act of my life I look upon with more pleasure, 
except one, when I gave my wanderings o'er by giving God 
my heart. The pledge has been my shield and safeguard. 
Twenty-five years ago I joined the Sons of Temperance, 
about the same time the " Good Samaritans," and in 1852, 
the " Temple of Honor." With the " Good Templars " I 
have been very familiar, and I have greatly honored the 
" Cadets of Temperance." 

Wishing all these and other temperance organizations 
prosperity, and a speedy and splendid triumph of tempe- 
rance everywhere, and that the beautiful banner of tempe- 
rance and the banner of the cross may soon wave side by 
side on every hill and in every valley throughout the 
world, 

I am the public's humble servant, 

J. B. Wakeley. 

New York City, March 9, 1875. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 



A Drunkard's Home, . 


38 


A Drunkard's Testimony, 


40 


Admiral and his Son, The, 


52 


Advocates for Liberty, 


16 


Aid of Whiskey, The, 


15 


Ale and Beer Measure, . 


■ 13 


Alexander and the Crown, 


13 


Alexander the Conqueror Con- 




quered, 


13 


Alexander the Great and his Friend, 


13 


An Argument, 


14 


An Argument for Drinking, . 


. 1 


Ancestral Dispute, 


15 


Ancient Philosopher and the Rem- 




edy, The .... 


16 


Applicant for Office, The, 


. 15 


Armstrong and His Neighbor, 


. 15 


Armstrong, Rev. Lebbeus, and His 




Father, 


14 


Ask My Wife, . 


19 


"Awful" Gardner and His Expe- 




riences, .... 


67 


A Young Man's History in Brief, . 


205 


A Young Suicide, . 


. 209 


Beecher, Dr. Lyman, 


. 16 


Beecher and Dr. Dwight, 


. 18 


Beecher and the General Associa 




tion, ...... 


17 


Beecher and the Ordinations, . 


■ 17 


Beecher and the Prosy Brother, 


. 16 


Beecher and the Sceptic, 


, 16 


Beecher and his Six Sermons or 


i 


Intemperance, 


. 18 


Bishop Hopkins's Temperance anc 


I 


Infidelity, 


. 82 



PAGE 

Brain, A Drunkard's, . « .35 
Breathing-Holes of Hell, . . 18 

Briggs's, Gov., Speech, . . 19 

Cab-Driver, and Dr. Guthrie, . . 70 
Cain, That Other, . . . .29 
Captain and the Cabin-Boys, The, . 25 
Cartridge-box, the Ballot-box, and 

the Band-box, The, . . .26 
Chairman of the Drinking-CIub and 

His Companions, . . . 23 
Charles Carroll of Carrollton, , 23 
Chase, The Rev. Henry, . . 22 
Cheever, Rev. George B. , and Dea- 
con Giles's Distillery, . . 21 
Cheyne, Dr., and the Lady, . . 30 
Christmas Evans and the Anti-Tem- 
perance Minister, . . .28 
Christian Indians and. the Liquor- 
Merchant, 27 

Cider — The Two Cancers, . . 26 
Classic Origin of the " Three Times 

Three" of Modern Topers, . 21 

Clergyman and his Friend, The, . 30 
Clergyman and the Jack Tar, The, 28 
Clergyman and the Judge, The, . 27 
Clergyman and his Parishioners, . 29 
Cold Victuals, . . . .27 

Conscience and the Distillery, . 25 
Conventions, National Temperance, 186 
Could not ask God's Blessing upon 

It, 26 

Couldn't Swallow It, . . .30 
Could not Take a Little, • . 26 
Costly Drink, The, ... 24 

Court of Death, The, . . .20 



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V11I 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Cowen, the Wife-Murderer, . . 25 
Crossing the Line, . . .26 

Crows and the Corn-field, The, . 25 
Cruel and Unnatural Mother, The, 24 
Cyrus and His Grandfather, . . 29 
Daggett, Judge, ... 30 

Daniel H.. Sands, the First Worthy 
Patriarch of the Sons of Tempe- 
ance, . . . . . 149 

Deacon and His Neighbor, . . 36 
Dean Swift and the Weaver, . . 163 
Death-Grapple, The, . . .45 
Death and the Grave, . . -37 
Declining to take Wine at Her Ma- 
jesty's Table, . . . .45 
Delirium Tremens, . . . 31 
Devil under the Bed,, . . . 44 
Didn't Like the Medicine, . . 46 
Different Forms, . . . . 39 
Dissipated Father and the Dying 

Child, 34 

Dissipation and Procrastination, . 45 
Distiller and His Son, . . .35 
Doctor Edwards and the Beer- 
drinker, 49 

Doctor Fothergill and the Gentle- 
man, ...... 54 

Doctor Leonard Woods and the 

Dissipated Clergymen, . . 193 
Doctor Outwitted, The, . . .45 
Doctor and his Patient, . . .33 
Doctor Thomas Sewall, . . . 149 
M Drank up his Family Bible," . 40 
Dr. Cumming and His Early Com- 
panions, 23 

Dr. Nott and his Friend, . . 118 
Drinking Alone, . . . .37 
Drinking, An Argument for, . 14 
Drinker and His Long Walk, . 34 
Drunk but Once, . . . .33 
Drunkard's Brain, A, . .35 
Drunkard's Dream, . . .35 
Drunkard and His Daughter Mil- 
He, The, 43 



Drunkard and His Dog, The, 
Drunkard and His Little Child, 
Drunkards never Sleep, 
Drunkard's Looking-Glass, The, 
Drunkard and the Post, The, 
Drunkard and the Rattlesnake, The 
Drunkard and the Robber, 
Drunken Father and his Infant 

Child, 

Drunken Lawyer and the Judge 

The, 

Drunken Mocker's End, . 

Drunken Physicians, 

Drunken Sailor, the Mate, and the 

Lady, . . 
Dutchman's Inn, 
Dying Daughter, The Drunkard 

and his, . 

Dying Felon's Testimony, 
Early Doomed, 
Early Temperance Society, 
Effect of Punch-Drinking, 
Embarrassment, The, 
Eminent Divines, . . , 
End of a Drinking-Club, 
Epigram upon a Pale-faced Wife, 
Experiment on a Drunkard — Igni 

tion of Human Blood, 
Fact with a Moral, A, 
Facts Worthy of Notice, 
Failures, . 
Farragut, Admiral, . 
Fatal Glass of Wine, The 
Fatal Opposition, 
Father's Choice, The, 
Father and his Ruined Sons, The 
Father, hadn't you better Take 

Sheep too ? 
Father Taylor and the Insolent 

Rowdy, .... 

Fearful Bar, A, 
Feelings Hurt, 
First Barrel of Rum, The, 
First Pledge — Us Deficiency, The, 



PAGE 

46 

43 
47 
32 
33 
33 
39 



CONTENTS. 



IX 



PAGE 

First Family Prayer at a Tavern, 

The, 52 

First Temperance Society, The, . 50 
Five Cradles, The, . . . .56 
Flurried Editor, A, . . . .53 
Fothergill, Doctor, and the Gen- 
tleman, 54 

Gardner, "Awful," and his Expe- 
riences, 67 

General and His Friend, The, . 70 
General and the Irish Drummer, 

The, 72 

General Riley, .... 131 

General Zachary Taylor, . . 170 

Genteel Wine-Drinker and the Gen- 
tleman, The, . . . .75 
Gentleman and His Host, The, . 70 
Giles's, Deacon, Distillery, . . 21 
Give Me Back My Husband, . . 68 

Goggles, 72 

Good One, A, 72 

Good Resolution, A, . . .72 
Goodrich, Prof., and how his Eyes 

were opened, . . . .57 

Gov. Briggs's Speech — The Power 

of Example, . . . .19 

Governor Gilmer .and the Congres- 
sional Total Abstinence Society, 61 
Gough, John B., . . . .59 
Gough's, J. B., First Temperance 

Speech in New York, . . .59 
Gough and the Terrible Woman, . 61 
Gough, John B., the Unequalled 

Temperance Orator, . . . 59 
Grandmother's Temperance Story, 69 
Groggery in David's Time, A, . 58 
Guthrie, Dr., and the Cab-Driver, 70 
Half and Half, . . . .83 

Hall, J. Vine, 79 

Haydock, George, the Ex-Profes- 
sional Wood-Sawyer, . . .78 

Heroine, A, 81 

Hewitt, Rev. Nathaniel, and the 
Toast . '72 



PAGE 

Honorable, ..... 83 
Horrid Effects of the Triumphs of 

Teetotalism, . . . .82 

Hopkins's, Bishop, Temperance and 

Infidelity, 82 

Hunt, The Rev. Thomas P., . . 72 
Inclining that Way, . . .86 
Indian Chief and His Appeal, . 86 
Indian and His Friend, The, . . 85 
Indian Pledge, . . . .86 
Indian, The, Landlord, and the Bot- 
tle, 85 

Indians, The Christian, and the Li- 
quor Merchant, . . . .27 
Indignant Wolves, The, . . .84 

Inference, An, 86 

Intemperance in Eating, . . 84 

Intemperance of Great Men, . . 87 
Irishman's Dream, The, . . .88 
Irving, Washington, Gentleman 

Dick, and the Cider, . . .83 
Itinerant Bookseller and the Afflict- 
ed Man's Companion, . . 86 

1 Wish I was Dead, . ■ -j 
Jack Tar and His Sons, . . . i8g 
Jewett, Charles, M.D., . . .89 
John Trumbull, .... I7q 
Johnson, Dr., and Hannah More, . 94 
Judge and the Bar-Tender, The, . 94 
Judge Rose and His Daughter, . 93 
Judge, The Clergyman and the, . 27 
Just a Thimbleful, . . . .94 
Kettle, Rev. Mr., and the Enquirer, 95 
King of Rumsellers, The, . . 95 
King Philip Drunk and King Phi- 
lip Sober, 95 

Kirkham the Grammarian, . . 95 
Lady Converted into a Distillery, . 105 
Landlord Outwitted, The, . . 98 

Landlord, The, 101 

Last Night's Revel, The, . . .105 
Law and Love, . . . .96 

Lawyer and His Morning Dram,The, 97 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Lawyer and the Vendue Master, 

The, ioo 

Leaving Off Gradual^, . . . 105 
Lecturer and the Rumseller, The, . 98 

Lesson, A, 103 

Liberty, Advocates for, . . .16 
License, A, no Justification at the 

Bar of God, 96 

Licensed to Sell, . . . . 100 
Licensed Taverns a Curse, . . 101 
Lincoln, Abraham, . . . .96 
Line, Crossing the, . . .26 
Literary Man's Request, The, . .105 
Little Beggar Boy, The, . • 97 
Little Boy's Dream, A, 105 
Little Boy and His Mother, The, . 104 
Little End of the Horn, The, . . 89 
Little Mary and Her Drunken Fa- 
ther, 99 

Little Jane and Her Father, . . 97 
Lippard, George, the Author, . . 98 
Looking out for the Poor-House, . 104 
Lord Stanhope and Father Mathew, 101 
Lost Babe, The, .... 104 
Lost Captain, The, .... 106 
Lost Found, The, .... 102 
Magistrate and the Victim, The, . 113 
Mahometan Drunkard, . . ,116 
Man on Fire, A, . . . .116 
Marsh, Rev.John, and his Ordina- 
tion, 106 

Marshall, Hon. Thomas F., . . 108 
Matthew Newkirk, Esq., and Hen- 
ry Clay, 113 

Mayor and the Irishman, The, . 117 

Measure, Ale and Beer, . . 13 

Mercenary Landlord and the Sailor, 

The, 108 

Merchant Tailor and the Custom- 
er, The 117 

Merciless Rumseller, The, . .114 
Methodist Distillery, A, . . . 115 
Missionary and the Indian, The, . 117 
Mistake, A, 112 



PAGE 

113 
117 
114 
114 
113 
115 
117 

118 

24 
119 



Mock Funeral, The, 
Moderate Drinking, 

Moderately, 

Moderation, 

Monkey and the Liquor, The, 
Moral Suasion of Rumsellers, 
Mother and the Daughter, The, 
Mother and Her Son on the Power 

of Good Advice, The, . 
Mother, The Cruel and Unnatural, 
Narrow Escape, .... 
National Temperance Conventions, 186 
New Rum Color, .... 118 
Newkirk, Mathew, Esq., and Henry 

Clay, 113 

Nip of Sling, A, 118 

" Not a Drop More ! " . . .119 
Not a Man among Them, . . 119 

Not Matches, 118 

Nott, Dr., and His Friend, . . 118 
Novel Way, A, to Cure Drunken- 
ness, 120 

Office, The Applicant for, . . 15 
Officer and his Maniac Wife, The, . 122 
Old Highlander and the Strong 

Dose, The, 122 

Old Lady and Her Turkeys, The, . 125 
Old Patriot, The, . . . .123 
Olmstead, Prof., and Abel Bishop, 120 
One More Spree, .... 124 
Only Daughter, The, . . . 124 
Only One Fault, .... 122 
Opposition — Selling Cheaper, . 121 
Orphan Asylum, The, . . . 124 
Outside Barbarian, The, . . . 122 
Oysters were Bad, The, . . . 125 
Painter and His Son, The, . . 126 
Patient, The Doctor and his, . 33 

Patient Wiser than his Physician, 

The, 127 

Phillips, The Rev. Dr., and his 

Hearer, 127 

Physician and the Patient, The, . 126 
Pithy Logic, 127 



CONTENTS. 



XI 



PAGE 
127 
127 
127 

125 
128 



Pledged, ., . 

Pockets, 

Pointed Sermons, . 
Poor Jack ! 

Practical Illustrations, . 
Professor Olmstead and Abel Bi- 
shop, . . . . . 120 
Professor Goodrich, and How his 

Eyes were Opened, . . .57 
Prosy Brother, Dr. Lyman Beecher 

and the, 16 

Quaker and the Drunkard, The, . 128 
Quintessence of Meanness, The, . 128 
Railroad to Ruin, .... 133 
Ralph the Soldier, .... 141 
Rash Young Man, The, . . . 141 

Real Grit, 137 

Rear-Admiral Foote, . . .51 

Red Curtains, 136 

Red Eyes, 137 

Red-faced Lawyer, The, . . . 139 
Red-Nosed Man and the Cheese, 
The, . . . . . .139 

Reformed Judge, The, . . . 130 
Regular Practitioner, A, . . . 137 
Religion and Rum, . . . 137 
Remarkable Man, A, . . . 138 
Remedy, The Ancient Philosopher 

and the, 16 

Remedy for Drunkenness, . . 138 
Result of the First Drop, The, . 130 
Results of Perseverance, . . 138 

Retailer and His Victim, The, . 135 

Retort, Cool, . . . . 145 

Rev. Edward T. Taylor, . .171 

Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong and his 

Father, 14 

Richard Weaver, the Prize-Fighter, 197 
Riley, General, .... 131 
Robber, The Drunkard and the, . 39 
Rose, Judge, and his Daughter, . 93 
Ruling Passion, The, . . . 137 
Ruling Passion Strong in Trouble, 141 
Rum, 128 





PAGE 


Rum and Missionaries, . 


144 


Rum and Ruin, . 


146 


Rum Slavery, 


137 


Rumseller, A Mark upon the, 


139 


Rumseller a Good Citizen, A, 


134 


Rumseller and the Devil, The, 


. 140 


Rumseller and His Victim, The, 


• 135 


Rumsellers and Russians, 


. I36 


Rumseller's "Wife, The, . 


■ 137 


Rumseller's Prayer, 


. 145 


Rumseller Cursed, The, . 


■ 134 


Rumseller and His Customers, The 


» 134 


Rumseller, The Modern, 


139 


Rumseller and His Sons, The, 


• 133 


Rumseller Remembered, The, 


• 135 


Rumseller not a Reputable Per 




son, A, 


■ 133 


Rumseller's Devices, The, 


132 


Rumseller's Diary, The, . 


• 133 


Rumseller's Dream, The, 


. 132 


Sad Case of Ruin by Rum, 


. l60 


Sad End of an Eloquent Lawyer, 


. I64 


Sad Picture of Intemperate Minis 




ters, 


. 156 


Sailor Beggar, The, 


. I67 


Sailor and his Mother's Bracelet 




The, ..... 


• 147 


Salvation, what is Needed, 


211 


Sands, Daniel H., . 


149 


Sargent, Lucius Manlius, 


. 147 


Sculptor, The, .... 


• 154 


Seven Last Plagues, The, 


. I6l 


Sewall, Doctor Thomas, 


. 149 


Shawhan, Mr., and His Last Barrel 


, I6 5 


Shield of Law, The, 


. 167 


Shocked at His own Portrait, 


. 156 


Sights of a Day, 


■ 159 


Sign Cut Down, 


■ 155 


Sign Fallen Down, . ... 


• 155 


Significant Names, . 


• 154 


Singular Death, A, . 


. I5S 


Singular Experience of a Young 


r 


Man, 


158 


Singular Request, . 


163 



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CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

158 
I6O 



Sister's Kindness, A, 

Sixpence a Day, .... 

Six Sermons on Intemperance, Dr. 
Beecher and his, .... 

Social Glass, The, .... 

Son of a Moderate Drinker, The, . 

Sorrow, A Tale of, . 

Sorrow-Stricken Family, The, 

Spiritual Facts, .... 

Squire Jenkinson and his Nightcap, 162 

Stanhope, Lord, and Father Ma- 
thew, .... 

Star and the Moon, The, 

•Startling Example, A, 

Starched, 

Stranger in the Place, A, 

Stealing a Penny Loaf, . 

Stocking Weaver, The, 

Swallowing Fifteen Cows, 

Swift, Dean, and the Weaver, 

Take Time by the Forelock, 

Taking a Day to Himself, 

Tale of Woe, A, 

Tapering Off, . 

Taverns Seven Hundred Years Ago, 169 

Tavern-Keeper and the Drunkard's 
Bible, The, 

Taylor, Father, and the Insolent 
Rowdy, 

Taylor, General Zachary, 

Taylor, Rev. Edward T., 

Teetotaler and his Medicine, 

Teetotaler and the Drunkard, The, 175 

Temperance Boy and the Lady, The, 169 

Temperance Converts, . . . 181 

Temperance Conventions, National, 186 

Temperance Declaration of Inde- 
pendence, 

Temperance Movements, 

Temperance Organizations, 

Temperance Pledge, The Oldest, . 

Temperance and Politics, 

Temperance Society and Sambo, 
The, 



18 
161 
162 
165 
159 
159 



101 

158 

157 
161 

155 
163 

153 
154 
163 

185 
175 
174 
174 



182 

169 
170 
171 
171 



PAGE 

Terrible Accusation, . . . 180 
Terrible Case of Delirium Tremens, 173 
Terrible Results from a Small Cause, 175 



169 
184 
187 
169 
180 



185 



40 
30 
43 

38 
39 

108 
202 



Testimony, A Drunkard's, 

The Choice, 

"The Devil's Blood," . 

The Drunkard and his Dying 

Daughter, . 
The Drunkard's Will, . 
The Eloquent Congressman, the 

Hon. Thomas F. Marshall, 
The Murdered Wife, 
The Two Young Men and the Rev. 

Newman Hall, .... 210 
The Work of " An Honest Dealer," 199 
The Young Collegian, the Young 

Lady, and the Glass of Wine, 
The Young Man who Just Drop 

ped In, . 
Theatricals and Mr. Gough, 
Three Children, The, 
Thrilling Adventure of a Young 

Lady, .... 
Ticket, The Wrong, 
Time to Quit, . 
Tip-Top Life, . 
Toper's Opinion, The, 
Total Abstinence, . 
Total Abstinence Pledge, Prof 

Goodrich on the, 
Touching Appeal, . 
Tragedy, The Last, . 
Tragic Event, A, 
Tremendous Appeal, 
Tremens, Delirium, 
Trumbull, John, 
Truth Forcibly Spoken, . 
Truth Mated, A, 
Two Drunkards Reformed, 
Two Physicians, The, 
Two Sailors, The, . 
Ultra, Not, 
Unwise Father and his Ruined Son 

The, 



208 

209 

177 
180 

172 
176 
176 
176 

175 
184 

58 
174 
176 

179 
173 
180 

179 
174 
169 
172 
175 
175 
190 



CONTENTS. 



Xlll 



PAGE 

Use for a Refrigerator, New, . . 190 
Value of a Fortune, . . .192 

Vanquishing Misery, . . . 190 
Ventriloquist, the Irishman and the 

Priest, The, 191 

Very Polite, 192 

Washerwoman and the Lady, The, . 200 
Washington Irving, Gentleman 

Dick, and the Cider, . . .83 
Washingtonian Movement, . . 193 
Weaver, Richard, the Prize-Fighter, 197 
What a Little Indulgence Can Do, 195 
What a Whiskey Barrel contains, . 197 
What the Pastor Saw, . . . 200 
When is a Man Drunk ? . . 201 

11 When the Wine is In, the Wit is 

Out," 199 

Whiskey Cure, The, . . . 198 

Whiskey Indian, .... 194 
White, Philip S., and the Inquisitive 

Yankee, 205 

Why a Governor Signed the Pledge, 197 
Widow and the Poor-house, The, . 197 
Wife Pelting her Husband, . . 201 
Will, The Drunkard's, . . .39 



PAGE 

William Wirt and the Young Lady, 196 
Wine, Good and Bad, . . . 198 
Wineofjudea, .... 198 

Wine the Mocker, .... 199 
Wine-Dealer and his Wife, The, . 195 
Wine-Drinking, .... 202 
Wine-Drinking Clergyman and the 

Broken-Hearted Father, The . 194 
Wine-Drinking Lady and her Son, 

The, . . . . . . 200 

Wine-Drinking Pastor, The, . . 194 
Wine-Seller and the Shoemaker/The, 196 
Woods, Doctor Leonard, and the 

Dissipated Clergyman, . . 193 

Woodworth, Mr. Wesley, . . 204 
Wouldn't Go by Water, . . . 201 
Wrong Book, The, .... 193 
Wrongly Spelt, .... 202 

Yellow Boys, The, . . . . 206 
Yielding to Temptation, . . . 208 
Young Girl's Dying Appeal to her 

Drunken Father, A, . . . 211 
Young Hotel-Keeper, The, . . 208 
Young Lady and the Drunkard, The, 206 
Young Men, A Dying Appeal to, . 207 



DECLARATIONS AGAINST ALCOHOL. 
The Voice of the Leading Medical I The Voice of Leading Clergy- 



Men. 



212 



men, 



212 



HISTORICAL AND STATISTICAL MEMORANDA, 



Commission of Enquiry, . . . 213 
Lessened Mortality of Teetotalers, 

The, 221 

National Prohibition, . . . 218 
Rum, Ministers, Tobacco, and Dogs, 219 
Small-Beer Calculation, . . . 219 
Spontaneous Combustion of Drunk- 
ards, 222 



Unfermented Wine, . . . 221 

Very Curious Table for the Curious 

to Examine, 220 

Veto of Hon. Horatio Seymour, 

The, . . . . .218 

Woman's Temperance Crusade, The, 214 
Wonderful Estimate Concerning 

Rum-Sellers and Rum-Drinkers, 221 



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CONTENTS. 



ROLL OF 

PAGE 

Alcott, William A., M.D., . . 224 

Archer, Hon. Stevenson, . . 224 

Armstrong, Rev. Lebbeus, . . 224 

Baird, Rev. Robert, D.D., . . 224 

Baldwin, Mathias W., . . . 224 

Barnes, Rev. Albert, , . . 225 

Bascom, Rev. Henry B., D.D., . 225 

Beecher, Rev. Lyman, D.D., . . 225 

Brings, Hon. George N., . . 225 

Brown, Rev. Stephen D., D.D., . 226 

Brown, Thurlow Weed, . . . 225 

Buckingham, Hon. William A., . 226 

Burleigh, William H., Esq., . . 225 

Butler, Hon. Benjamin F., . . 225 

Caldwell, Professor Merritt, . . 227 

Carey, Mathew, Esq., . . . 226 

Cass, Hon. Lewis, .... 226 
Channing, Rev. William Ellery, 

D.D., 228 

Chapin, Rev. Calvin, D.D., . . 227 

Clarke, Davis W., D.D., . . 226 

Clarke, Dr. Billy J., 226 

Clarke, J. Henry, M.D., . . . 226 

Cobleigh, Rev. Nelson E., . . 227 

Cocke, General John H., . . 227 

Conduit, Silas, M.D., . . . 227 

Cone, Rev. Spencer H., D.D., . 228 

Cranch, Judge William, . . . 226 

Cravens, Rev. William, . . . 227 

Daggett, Hon. David, . . . 228 

Darling, Hon. Joshua, . . . 229 

Davison, James, .... 229 

Delavan, Edward C, Esq., . . 228 

De Witt, Rev. Thomas, D.D., . 229 

Dickinson, Rev. Austin, . . . 228 

Dickinson, Rev. Baxter, . . . 228 

Diehl, Rev. Israel S., . . . 228 

D 11 ffield, Rev. George, D.D., . . 229 

Dutton, Doctor, .... 229 

Edwards, Rev. Justin, D.D., . . 229 
Ely, Ezra Styles, D.D., . . .230 



HONOR. 

Fenton, Daniel, Esq., 
Fisk, Rev. Wilbur, D.D., 
Frelinghuysen, Hon. Theodore 
Geary, Hon. John W., . 
Grant, Moses, Esq., of Boston 
Greeley, Hon. Horace, . 
Grundy, Hon. Felix, 
Hagany, Rev. J. B., D.D., 
Hall, Hon. George, . 
Hall, Hon. Judge Willard, 
Harper, Hon. James, 
Hawes, Rev. Joel, D.D., 
Hawkins, John H. W., . 
Hewitt, Rev. Nathaniel, D.D. 
Hewlett, S. M., 
Hill, Dr. Asa, . 
Hinde, Dr. Thomas, 
Hinde, Rev. Thomas, 
Houston, Hon. Samuel, . 
Humphreys, Heman, D.D., 
Hunting, Dr. Amory, 
Ives, Dr. A. W., of New York 
Janes, Rev. Edwin L., 
Jay, Hon. William, . 
Joy, Benjamin, 
Keener, Christian, Esq., . 
Kirk, Dr. E. N., of Boston, 
Kittredge, Jonathan, Esq., 
Lansing, Rev. D. C, D.D., 
Levings, Rev. Noah, D.D., 
Lindsley, Harvey, M.D., . 
Lindsly, Rev. Philip, D.D., 
Lester, Joseph W., Esq, 
Lowrie, Hon. Walter, 
Lumkin, Hen. Joseph H., 
Mann, Hon. Horace, 
Marsh, Rev. John, D.D., 
May, Rev. Samuel J , 
Mcllvaine, Rev. Charles P. 

Bishop of Ohio, . 
Merrill, Rev. David, 



late 
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PAGE 

Merritt, Rev. Timothy, . . .236 

Miller, Rev. Samuel, D.D., . . 236 

Morse, Rev. Jedediah, D.D., . . 236 

Mussey, Dr. Reuben D., . . 235 

Newkirk, Matthew, . . . ' . 237 

Ninde, Rev. William W., . . 237 

Norton, John T., . . . 236 

Nott, Eliphalet, D.D., LL.D., . 236 

Odiorne, Hon. George, . . . 237 

Pierce, Rev. Dr., . . . .238 

Pierpont, Rev. John, . . . 237 

Phelps, Anson G., Esq., . . 238 

Potter, Alonzo, D.D., Bishop of 



Pennsylvania, 


• 


• 237 


Prime, Rev. Nathaniel S., 


D.D., 


• 237 


Rush, Benjamin, M.D., . 


• 


. 238 


Sargent, Lucius Manlius, 


• 


. 238 


Scwall, Dr. Thomas, 


. 


• 239 


Smith, Gerrit, Esq., 


. 


. 239 


Smith, Hon. John Cotton 


, 


. 239 


Snow, Colonel E. L., 


• 


. 239 


Stacy, William R., . 


• 


. 239 


Stewart, Alvan, Esq., 


• 


. 240 



Stockton, Rev. Thomas F., D.D. 



PAGE 

240 



Strattan, Joel D., 239 

Stuart, Rev. Moses, D.D., . . 240 
Tappan, John, Esq., . ♦ . 240 
Tappan, William B., Esq., . '. 240 
Taylor, Edward T., . . . .241 
Taylor, Elisha, Esq., . v . 241 
Thompson, Rev. Allen T., . . 241 
Todd, John, D.D., of Pittsfield, . 241 
Trimble, Hon. Allen, . . . 241 
Turner, Alvin H., .... 241 
Van Dyke, Frederick A., M.D., . 242 
Van Rensselaer, Hon. Stephen, . 242 

Vaux, Robert, 242 

Walworth, Hon. Reuben H., Chan- 
cellor, 242 



Warren, John C, M.D., 
Way land, Rev. Francis, D.D., 
sident of Brown University, 
White, Philip S., Esq., . 
Wilson, Abraham D., M.D., . 
Wirt, Hon. William, 
Yale, Cyrus, . . . 



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242 
242 
242 
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Alexander the Great and his 

Friend- 
Alexander the Great, after a victory, 
invited a number, and among others 
his friend Clitus, to a banquet. Wine 
was drunk very freety, and, after the 
king had been drinking immoderately, 
he praised himself and his wonderful 
exploits, while at the same time he un- 
dervalued others and detracted from 
their glory. This disgusted many who 
were present, and among others his 
friend Clitus, who once saved the life 
of the king by risking his own. Clitus, 
being under the influence of wine, ani- 
madverted on the conduct of the king, 
and vindicated the character of some 
whom he had detracted. This so ex- 
asperated the king that he seized his 
javelin and struck him with it, and laid 
him dead at his feet. Instantly the 
king was horror-struck at the idea that 
he had murdered his friend, who once 
saved his life. He fell on the dead 
body of his murdered friend, seized the 
javelin, and would have plunged it into 
his own bosom had not his attendants 
prevented. He passed that night and 
the next in tears, sighs, and groans. 
For a time he was stretched speechless 
on the ground, only venting deep sighs. 
Such was his excessive grief that he 
tried to starve himself to death. Mis- 
erable man, the picture of despair ! No 
wonder Rollin enquires, " What can be 
meaner or more unworthy of a king 
than drinking to excess ? What can be 
more fatal or bloody than the transports 
of anger?" Alexander, who had con- 
quered so many nations, was conquered 
by these two vices, which throw a sha- 
dow over his brilliant actions. "The 
reason of this is," says Seneca, " he en- 
deavored more to conquer others than 
to subdue himself, not knowing that to 
triumph over our passions is of all con- 
quests the most glorious." 

Alexander and the Crown. 

Alexander, having invited several of 
his liiends and general officers to sup- 
per, proposed a crown as a reward for 



him who should drink most. He who 
conquered on this occasion was Proma- 
chus, who swallowed fourteen measures 
of wine ; that is, eighteen or twenty 
pints. After receiving the prize, which 
was a crown worth a talent — i.e., about 
a thousand crowns — he survived his 
victory but three days. Of the rest of 
the guests, forty died of their intempe- 
rate drinking. " The end of these 
things is death." 



Alexander the Conqueror Conquered. 

Alexander was the conqueror of con* 
querors, and was finally conquered by 
an enemy who has gathered laurels 
everywhere and triumphed in every 
land. 

He was in Babylon, and there was 
banquet after banquet, entertainment 
after entertainment. After having spent 
a whole night in carousing, a second 
entertainment was proposed to him. 
They met accordingly, and there were 
twenty guests at the table. He drank 
to the health of every person in the 
company, and then pledged them seve- 
rally. After this, calling for Hercules' 
cup, which held six bottles, it was filled, 
when he poured it all down, drinking 
to a Macedonian of the company, Pro- 
teas by name, and afterwards pledged 
him again in the same enormous bum- 
per. He had no sooner swallowed it 
than he fell upon the floor. " Here, 
then," says Seneca (describing the fatal 
effects of drunkenness), "is this hero, 
invincible by all the toils of prodigious 
marches ; by the dangers of sieges and 
combats ; by the most violent extremes 
of heat and cold — here he lies, con- 
quered by his intemperance, and struck 
to the earth by the fatal cup of Her- 
cules." 

Thus fell the great hero, the mighty 
conqueror, conquered by wine at the 
age of thirty-two years. 



Ale and Beer Measure. 

One day, when the lesson was the 
table called "Ale and Beer Measure," 



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a little boy, remarkable for his correct 
lessons, was quite unprepared. 

" How is this, John ?" said the teach- 
er. 

" I thought it was no use," said 
John. 

" No use !" said the teacher. 

" No, sir ; it's ale and beer measure," 
said John. 

" I know it is," said the teacher. 

" Well, sir," said the little boy, " fa- 
ther and I think it is no use to learn 
about ale and beer, as we mean never 
to buy, sell, or drink it." 

An Argument for Drinking. 

" Now, I ax you fellers, who's the 
best citizen, him as supports guvern- 
ment, or him as doesn't ? Why, him as 
does, in course. We support guvern- 
ment ; every man as drinks supports 
guvernment ; that is, if he lickers at a 
licensed house. Every blessed drop of 
licker he swallows there is taxed to pay 
the salary of them ere great officers, 
such as mayors, and corporationers, 
high-constables, presidents, and cus- 
tom-house gentlemen. 'Spose we was 
to quit drinking — why, guvernment 
must fall ; it couldn't help it, no how. 
That's the very reason I drinks. I don't 
like grog. I mortally hates it. If I 
follered my own inclination, I'd rather 
drink buttermilk, or ginger-pop, or 
Dearborn's sodywater. But I lickers 
for the good of my country, to set an 
example of patriotism and wirtus self- 
denial to the risin' generation." — Straw 
Sucker. 



An Argument. 

Many years ago the following ap- 
peared in the Observer ; 

" At the second annual meeting of 
York (Eng.) Temperance Society a 
laboring man came forward, and, after 
standing for some time, looking very 
blank, as though he was not accustom- 
ed to look so large an assembly in the 
face, and seeming as though he would 
not be able to speak a word, began his 
statement by saying, ■ Ah've been one 
o' t' greatest drunkards and wickedest 
sinners as ivver God let live.' He then 
detailed the means which were rendered 
efficacious in his reformation, and went 
on to observe : ' Fooaks says tempe- 
rance societies does no good ; but let 
them come to mah house, and they'll 
see whether or not. Ah now ev as nice 



a cheer as ony man need wish to sit 
down on. (Laughter.) Ah've plenty o' 
meat in the house and plenty o' brass 
in the pocket, and ah've a good pig a' 
the stye (loud laughter) ; an' what's best 
of all, they're all paid for, and not a 
man in Safford can come an' ax me for 
a farthing. (Applause.) Fooaks says 
temperance societies does no good ; but 
they sud come and ax mah wife, and 
she would tell them whether or not. 
(Loud laughter.) Ah used to be ah 
hated ommost to see her, and would 
ha' killed her if ah durst ; she could 
get naught to put on ; ah nivver had 
ony comfort o' her. Noo there isn't a 
man in all Safford looes his wife better 
nor ah do (much laughter), nor has more 
comfort o' her. Fooaks says tempe- 
rance societies does no good ; but they 
sud come and see mah children.' 
(Loud laughter.) After describing the 
improvement in their condition, the 
poor man concluded with a recommen- 
dation to others to do as he had done." 



Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong and His 
Father. 

Mr. Armstrong, alluding to the above 
pointed speech, says, considering the 
piece well calculated to make an im- 
pression, " I immediately went into the 
room where my father was alone, and 
read it to him, and then observed, ' Fa- 
ther, this is a speech to the point in- 
deed.' ' Indeed, it is,' was his reply, 
with tears rolling from his eyes. ' Well/ 
said I, ' this address of the laborious 
man will class well with an account, 
published some years ago, of a man 
who had long indulged in habits of in- 
temperance, till his appetite forced him 
uniformly to awake and rise in the 
slumbering hours of the night to take 
a draught from his bottle, and then he 
would sleep comfortably till morning. 
After rising one night, as usual, and 
taking his bottle in his hand, instead of 
drinking, he set it down, and thus ad- 
dressed it : " Must I for ever be a slave 
to you ? And must you be my destroyer 
for ever? No! I'll put an end to this 
for ever." Thus saying, he instantly 
dashed his bottle to pieces, and ever 
after was a temperate man.' 

" To this account the old gentleman 
listened with deep and solemn atten- 
tion. I proceeded : 'Now, dear father, 
public notice was given yesterday that 
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at the school-house, on East Line, on 
the 26th. How much strength and 
energy and effect would it add to that 
address if I could be able to announce 
that my father has thus disposed of 
his jug of whiskey?' * Bring it here,' 
said the old man promptly, ' and I will 
do it.' 

11 My mother and wife were requested 
to take their seat in the room where the 
old gentleman sat. The half-gallon 
stone jug, nearly half full of the poi- 
sonous beverage, was next presented in 
presence of the family. ■ Move those 
andirons apart,' said the old man, ' and 
set the jug between them.' It was done 
as he directed. Sitting in his chair, he 
took his large, heavy, self-made, hard- 
wood cane by the smallest end with 
both hands, and, after looking earnestly 
and silently at the object before him 
during a few moments, as though he 
was deliberating on the consequences 
of the crisis, he thus addressed the jug : 
1 I'll be a slave to you no longer.' Thus 
saying, with his might he smote the jug 
with the head of his cane, which dashed 
it in pieces into the fire. As the con- 
tents flamed up the chimney, in lucid 
demonstration that the poisonous com- 
position was made to burn and not to 
drink, he exclaimed : * That is well 
done ; I'll never drink another drop of 
spirituous liquor during my life ! ' 

" That same hour he subscribed his 
name to the Family Temperance Pledge 
with his own trembling hand, dated 
February 16, 1833." 

Mr. Armstrong said : " Will you give 
me leave, father, to make such use of 
this transaction as I deem proper for 
the promotion of the cause of tempe- 
rance?" He replied with much ear- 
nestness and affection : " Lebbeus, I 
have done my duty ; make such use 
of it as you please." 



Armstrong and His Neighbor. 

Mr. Armstrong had an intemperate 
neighbor who told him he could not re- 
frain himself from the use of rum ; the 
thing was impossible. Mr. Armstrong, 
in order to convince him of his mistake, 
said : " Suppose, in your presence, I 
should put a sufficient quantity of ar- 
senic into your jug of rum to produce 
certain death by the use of one table- 
spoonful, and there was no other liquor 
wLnia one hundred miles of you, how 
ioug would your jug stand by you be- 



fore you drank of it?" He acknow- 
ledged that under such circumstances 
he should never taste of its contents. 
In this case a full conviction was pro- 
duced that nothing was wanting to re- 
frain from strong drink but a resolution; 
and the want of this baffled all convic- 
tion, and the man continued to be a 
drunkard. A few years after, in at- 
tempting to cross the Hudson River in 
a boat, on his way home from a store, 
with a jug of rum and a drunken son 
with him, both in a state of intoxica- 
tion, a high wind upset the boat ; his 
jug was saved in a bag tied fast in the 
boat, but the drunkards were both 
drowned ! 



The Applicant for Office. 
A good story is told of Judge Col- 
lamer when Postmaster-General. It 
seems that he formed a resolution not 
to appoint anybody who was addicted 
to strong drink. An applicant for office 
presented himself, with recommenda- 
tions, etc., all in orderly array. Colla- 
mcr very coolly asked the applicant if 
he drank whiskey, which the latter mis- 
understood for an invitation to take 
some. " No, I thank you," replied he ; 
11 1 would prefer a glass of brandy and 
water." His appointment did not ap- 
pear in the papers. 



The Aid of Whiskey. 

An atrocious crime was committed, 
in which an unfortunate man by the 
name of Shaes was burnt to death. A 
young man, not twenty years of age, 
was implicated in the crime, and he 
was asked how it was possible that he 
could commit such a crime. He an- 
swered : " By the aid of whiskey I could 
commit twenty others like it." 



Ancestral Dispute. 

The late Mr. Huddlestone believed 
himself to be lineally descended from 
Athelstane, of which his name was al- 
lowed to be an undeniable corruption, 
and, among others, by the late Duke of 
Norfolk. These two worthies often 
met over a bottle to discuss the respec- 
tive pretensions of their pedigrees ; and 
on one of these occasions, when Mr. 
Huddlestone was dining with the duke, 
the discussion was prolonged till the 
descendant of the Saxon kings fairly 
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One of the younger members of the fam- 
ily hastened, by the duke's desire, 
to re-establish him, but he sternly re- 
pelled the proffered hand of the cadet. 
" Never," he hiccoughed out, " shall it 
be said that the head of the house of 
Huddlestone was lifted from the ground 
by a younger branch of the house of 
Howard." " Well, then, my good old 
friend," said the good-natured duke, 
" I must try what I can do for you my- 
self. The head of the house of Howard 
is too drunk to pick up the head of the 
house of Huddlestone, but he will lie 
down beside him with all the pleasure 
in the world." So saying, the duke also 
took his place upon the floor. 



Advocates for Liberty. 

A bystander at the polls in a certain 
town, when the question of license or 
no license was taken, remarks : 

It has been really amusing to listen 
to the dialogues which have taken place 
at the polls between these strenuous 
advocates for liberty. Says the seller : 
" They want to take away the liberties 
of the people." " Jist so — 'zactly," 
responds the toper at his elbow. Says 
another : " It will produce a civil war 
if they continue to urge on their mad 
scheme." " That 'twill," replies the 
toper ; " and they'll see the co — co — cold 
lead fly — 'fore they — hie — know it." In 
one corner, surrounded by a group of 
gaping fools, you might have seen a 
modern Solomon explaining the license 
law, while at every pause the listeners 
bowed their heads in assent, which was 
by no means a difficult matter, as their 
necks were very limber. Says I to my- 
self, in a low tone, Of course you 
know. 



Ask My Wife. 

A notorious character was converted. 
His former associates taunted him with 
being a hypocrite. He replied : " If 
you want to know whether I have got 
religion, go and ask my wife. I was a 
brutal vagabond, squandering what little 
I earned in drink. My poor wife at 
midnight could be seen hovering around 
drinking-places, trying to get me home, 
and then I would curse and swear at 
her, and sometimes beat her almost to 
death. My children fled from me as 
they would from a tiger, and hid when 
I came into the house. Now I have got 



as happy a home as there is in the city, 
and my children watch for my coming. 
I have good wages, and I don't spend 
my earnings at the corner grocery. 
You go and ask my wife, if you want to 
know what religion has done for me." 



The Ancient Philosopher and the 
Remedy. 

Anacharsis, the philosopher, being 
asked by what means a man might best 
guard against the vice of drunkenness, 
he made answer : " By bearing con- 
stantly in his view the loathsome, in- 
decent behavior of such as are intoxi- 
cated in this manner." Upon this prin- 
ciple probably was founded the custom 
of the Lacedemonians of exposing their 
drunken slaves to their children, who 
by that means conceived an early aver- 
sion to a vice which makes men appear 
so monstrous and irrational. 



Dr. Lyman Beecher. 

Dr. Lyman Beecher, father of the 
Beecher family, well known on both 
sides of the Atlantic, was distinguished 
for his keen wit and for his splendid 
talents. The Beecher family are dis- 
tinguished, like their noble father, for 
their wit. He will long be remembered 
as one of the uncompromising enemies 
of intemperance, and as one of the noble 
pioneers of temperance. His autobi- 
ography reads like a tale of chivalry. 
The following specimens of his wit are 
taken from that work, and afford a fair 
indication of his keenness in repartee 
and his felicity of illustration. The 
work is one to be lead by young and 
old with pleasure and profit. 



Dr. Beecher and the Prosy Brother. 
Dr. Beecher, while listening to a 
weak and prosy argument in a presby- 
tery, whispered to a clerical brother 
near him : " I had rather be before that 
gun than behind it." 



Dr. Beecher and the Sceptic. 

He was upon a steamboat on the North 
River, when a scoffing sceptic drew a 
crowd around him by his loud talk in 
showing up what he called the contra- 
dictions of the Bible — among others, 
that Judas was represented as having 
hung himself, and also in having fallen 
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ing stated the case, he asked in a tri- 
umphant tone : " How caa you recon- 
cile these conflicting statements ? " 

11 Why, sir," said the doctor, who was 
listening with others, " the rope broke, 
I suppose." 

" How do you know ?" said he. 

" How do you know it didn't ?" said 
the doctor ; and that dashed him. The 
company laughed, and the sceptic sub- 
sided. 



Dr. Beecher and the Ordinations. 

It is refreshing to read how Dr. 
Beecher got his eyes open to the most 
tremendous evil that has ever cursed 
our world. Tis appalling to see the 
early habits of clergymen who should 
have had pure hands as well as clean 
hearts. The whole thing appears like 
a fable ; and yet it was a terrible reality. 
In the year 1812 Dr. Beecher was set- 
tled in Litchfield ; and soon after his ar- 
rival there he was called to attend an 
ordination of Mr. Heart, at Plymouth. 
He says there was a broad sideboard 
covered with decanters, and bottles, and 
sugar, and pitchers of water, at Mr. 
Heart's. There we found all the various 
kinds cf liquor then in vogue. The 
drinking was apparently universal. The 
preparation was by the society, of 
course. When the consociation arrived, 
they always took something to drink 
around ; also before public services, 
and always on their return. As they 
could not all drink at once, they were 
obliged to stand aside as people do 
when they go to mill. 

There was a decanter of spirits also 
on the dinner-table to help digestion ; 
and gentlemen partook of it through the 
afternoon and evening, as they felt the 
need, some more and some less ; and 
the sideboard, with the spillings of 
water, and sugar, and liquor, looked and 
smelled like the bar of a very active 
grog-shop. 

None of the consociation were drunk ; 
but that there was not at times a con- 
siderable amount of exhilaration I can- 
not affirm. 

lie also attended the ordination of 
Mr. Harvey, in Goshen, where the same 
scenes were enacted. He says : " These 
two meetings were near together, and 
in both my alarm and shame and in- 
dignation were intense. 'Twas that 
woke me up for the war ; and silently 1 
tjok an oath before God that I would 



never attend another ordination of the 
kind. I was full." 

This was what woke up the giant ; 
this aroused the lion, and he shook 
himself and roared. This made him the 
great battle-axe of the temperance refor- 
mation. 



Dr. Beecher and the General Asso- 
ciation. 

There had been so much alarm 
on the subject of intemperance, that 
at the General Association of Con- 
necticut, which met at Fairfield in 1811, 
a committee of three were appointed to 
make enquiries and report measures to 
remedy the evil. 

Dr. Beecher was a member of the 
General Association which met, the 
year following, at Sharon, in June, 
1812, when said committee reported. 
They said they had attended to the sub- 
ject committed to their care ; that in- 
temperance had been for some time in- 
creasing in a most alarming manner ; 
but that, after the most faithful and 
prayerful enquiry, they were obliged to 
confess they did not perceive that any- 
thing could be done. 

This excited the holy indignation of 
Beecher. 

He says : " The blood started through 
my veins when I heard this, and I rose 
instanter, and moved that a committee 
of three be appointed immediately tq 
report at this meeting the ways and 
means of arresting the tide of intempe- 
rance." 

The committee was ordered, and 
Beecher was chairman, and the next 
day he brought in a report, which in 
after-years he considered the most im- 
portant document he ever wrote. 

The report was thoroughly discussed 
and adopted, and a thousand copies 
ordered to be printed. He says he was 
not only headstrong, but heartstrong. 

The results were glorious. Ardent 
spirits were banished from ecclesiasti- 
cal meetings ; ministers had preached 
on the subject ; the churches had gen- 
erally approved of the design ; the use 
of spirits in family and private circles 
had diminished ; the attention of the 
community had been awakened ; the 
tide of public opinion had turned ; far- 
mers and mechanics had begun to dis- 
use spirits ; the legislature had taken 
action in favor of the enterprise ; a so- 
ciety for the reformation of morals had 



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been established, and ecclesiastical 
bodies in other States had commenced 
efforts against the common enemy. 
From that time the temperance move- 
ment went on. 



Dr. Beecher and Dr. Dwight. 

After the action of the consociation in 
regard to intemperance, the noble Dr. 
Timothy Dwight, while he approved of 
their zeal, and felt the necessity of 
strong action, feared that his younger 
brethren in the ministry might transcend 
" the sanction of public sentiment " ; 
but with a heavenly smile, peculiarly 
his own, he added : " If my young 
friends think it best to proceed, God 
forbid that I should oppose or hinder 
them or withhold my suffrage !" 



Breathing-Holes of Hell. 

Dr. Beecher, in a sermon, employed 
this tremendous expression to desig- 
nate those haunts of dissipation and vice 
where the wicked delight to congregate 
in our cities. The scene presented be- 
fore the mind is the bottomless pit, as 
a heated furnace, having its air-holes, 
from whence its blasphemies issue, and 
around which the congenial and pre- 
paring heats of earth delight to hover. 
Thence peculiarly the ministers of evil 
come forth to ply the work of tempta- 
tion and bind the victims for their 
doom. This title, to the spiritually- 
minded, appears appropriately and in- 
delibly inscribed over the drinking, 
gambling, and degrading establish- 
ments which are so numerous among 
us. Those who frequent the theatre 
and its kindred haunts are in more in- 
timate companionship with the fearful 
lost than they are apt to imagine. Let 
the blinding veil of mortality be drawn 
aside, and a spiritual scenery of most 
appalling nature would be revealed 
around the stage, the bar-room, and the 
billiard-table. " O my soul ! come not 
thou into their secret ; unto their as- 
sembly, mine honor, be not thou unit- 
ed !" 



Dr. Beecher and his Six Sermons on 
Intemperance. 

Dr. Beecher blew the great trumpet 
of the temperance reformation. These 
sermons were most masterly. They are 
like sentences of fire. Never were the 



11 woes," " sorrows," " babblings," " red- 
ness of eyes," and all the terrible evils 
of intemperance more graphically de- 
scribed. The portrait of Alcohol is cor- 
rectly drawn, and it is horribly exact. 

Dr. Beecher describes the occasion 
that called them forth. He was then 
pastor of the Congregational church at 
Litchfield, Conn. : 

There was a neighborhood, about four 
miles out, where I used to preach on 
Sabbath afternoons and have a lecture. 
There lived a gentleman and his wife, 
who were both converted in a revival of 
religion. Pie was nearly the first male 
convert I had after I went to Litchfield, 
and was always affectionate and kind. 
'Twas my home there when I went out 
to preach and spend the night. He 
gave me more presents than any two or 
three, and was one of my most useful 
and excellent young men. The meet- 
ings were discontinued for a while ; 
then I preached at his house again. I 
was gone out from the house for a 
while, and on my return he was in bed 
and his wife weeping. I felt a shock 
of presentiment. I drew my chair up 
by her side, and enquired : " What is 
the matter?" "Oh! matter enough," 
said she. " Who is it ? Is it your fa- 
ther?" I knew he had some liabilities 
that way. She told me it was her hus- 
band too. " Is it possible, is it possi- 
ble? Yes, it is possible !" 

I thought, as I rode home, it is now 
or never. I must go about it immedi- 
ately, or there is no chance for their 
salvation. These sermons I had pro- 
jected early. I began the next Sabbath, 
and continued as fast as I could write 
them — one every Sabbath. I wrote 
under such a power of feeling as never 
before or since. They took hold of the 
whole congregation. Sabbath after 
Sabbath the interest grew, and became 
the most absorbing thing ever heard of 
before— a wonder of weekly conversa- 
tion and interest, and, when I got 
through, of eulogy. All the old far- 
mers that brought in wool to sell, and 
used to set up their cart-whips at the 
groggery, talked about it, and said 
many of them would never drink 
again. 

" The father was reserved, but the 
son was carried away." * 

In the sermons Dr. Beecher enquir- 
ed : " What, then, is this universal, 



* " Autobiography," Vol. II. pp. 34, 38. 






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natural, and national remedy for intem- 
perance ?" 

11 It is the banishment of ardent spi- 
rits from the list of lawful articles of 
commerce by a correct and efficient 
public sentiment, such as has turned 
slavery out of one-half of our land, and 
will yet expel it from the world." 

He concludes with these burning 
words, that seem to have been almost 
inspired : 

" Oh ! were the sky over our heads 
one great whispering-gallery, bringing 
down upon all the lamentation and woe 
which intemperance creates, and the 
firm earth one sonorous medium of 
sound, bringing up around us from be- 
neath the wailings of the damned 
whom the commerce in ardent spirits 
had sent thither — these tremendous 
realities, assailing our senses, would in- 
vigorate our conscience and give de- 
cision to the purpose of reformation. 
But these evils are as real as if the stone 
did cry out of the wall and the beam 
answered it ; as real as if, day and night, 
wailings were heard in every part of 
the dwelling, and blood and skeletons 
were seen upon every wall ; as real as 
if the ghostly forms of departed vic- 
tims flitted about the ship as she pass- 
ed over the billows, and showed them- 
selves nightly about stores and distille- 
ries, and, with unearthly voices, scream- 
ed in our ears their loud lament. They 
are as real as if the sky over our heads 
collected and brought down upon us all 
the notes of sorrow in the land, and the 
firm earth should open a passage for 
the wailings of despair to come up from 
beneath." 

The effect of these tremendously 
thrilling and eloquent sermons was 
powerful indeed. 



Gov. Briggs's Speech — The Power of 

Example, 

I recollect one member of Congress 
who was always rallying me about our 
Congressional Temperance Society. 

" Briggs," he used to say, " I'm going 
to join your Temperance Society as 
soon as my demijohn is empty." But 
just before it became empty he always 
filled it again, At one time, towards the 
close of the session, he said to me : 
" I'm going to sign the pledge when I 
get home. I am in earnest," continued 



he. " My demijohn is nearly empty, and 
I'm not going to fill it again." He spoke 
with such an air of seriousness as I had 
not before observed, and it impressed 
me, and I asked him what it mean" — 
what had changed his feelings. 

" Why," said he, " I had a short time 
since a visit from my brother, who stat- 
ed to me a fact that more deeply im- 
pressed and affected me than anything 
I recollect to have heard upon the sub- 
ject, in any temperance speech I ever 
heard or read. 

" In my neighborhood is a gentleman 
of my acquaintance, well educated, who 
once had some property, but is now re- 
duced — poor. He has a beautiful and 
lovely wife — a lady of cultivation and 
refinement — and a most charming 
daughter. 

" This gentleman had become decid- 
edly intemperate in his habits, and had 
fairly alarmed his friends in regard to 
him. At one time, when a number of 
his former associates were together, 
they counselled as to what could be 
done for him. Finally, one of them 
said to him, ' Why don't you send your 
daughter away to a certain distinguish- 
ed school ?' which he named. 

" ' Oh ! I cannot,' said he, ' it is out 
of the question. I am not able to bear 
the expense. Poor girl ! I wish I 
could.' 

" ' Well,' said his friend, ' if you will 
sign the temperance pledge, I will be at 
all the expense of her attending school 
for one year.' 

" ' What does this mean ?' said he. 
' Do you think me in danger of becom- 
ing a drunkard ?' 

" ' No matter,' said his friend, * about 
that now, but I will do as I said.' 

" * And I,' said another, ' will pay the 
rent of your farm a year, if you will 
sign the pledge.' 

" * Well, these offers are certainly libe- 
ral ; but what do they mean? Do you 
think me in danger of becoming a 
drunkard? What can it mean? But, 
gentlemen, in view of your liberality, I 
will make an offer. I will sign if you 
will r 

" This was a proposition they had not 
considered, and were not very well 
prepared to meet ; but for his sake they 
said they would, and did sign, and he 
with them. 

" And now for the first time the truth 
poured into his mind, and he saw his 
condition, and sat down bathed in tears. 



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" ' Now,' said he, ' gentlemen, you 
must go and communicate these facts 
to my wife. Poor woman ! I know she 
will be glad to hear it, but I cannot tell 
her.' 

" Two of them started for that purpose. 
The lady met them at the door, pale and 
trembling with emotion. 

" ' What,' she enquired, ' is the matter ? 
What has happened to my husband ?' 

" They bid her dismiss her fears, assur- 
ing her that they had come to bring her 
tidings of her husband — but good tid- 
ings, such as she would be glad to hear. 

" ' Your husband has signed the tem- 
perance pledge — yes, signed in good 
faith.' 

" The joyous news nearly overcame her 
— she trembled with excitement — wept 
freely, and, clasping her hands devotion^ 
ally, she looked up to heaven and thank- 
ed God for the happy change. ' Now,' 
said she, ' I have a husband as he once 
was in the days of our early love.' 

" But this was not what moved me, 
said the gentleman. There was in the 
same vicinity another gentleman — a 
generous, noble soul — married young 
— married well — into a charming family, 
and the flower of it. His wine-drink- 
ing habits had aroused the fears of his 
friends, and one day, when several of 
them were together, one said to another, 
4 Let us sign the pledge.' 'I will if 
you will,' said one to another, till all 
had agreed to it, and the thing was 
done. 

11 This gentleman thought it rather a 
small business, and felt a little sensitive 
about revealing to his wife what he had 
done. But on returning home, he said 
to her: 

" ' Mary, my dear, I have done what I 
fear will displease you.' 

"'Well, what is it?' 

" ' Why, I have signed the temperance 
pledge.' 

"« Have you?' 

" ■ Yes, I have, certainly.* 

" Watching his manner as he replied, 
and reading in it sincerity, she entwin- 
ed her arms around his neck, laid her 
head upon his bosom, and burst into 
tears. Her husband was affected deeply 
by this conduct of his wife, and said : 

" ' Mary, don't weep ; I did not know 
it would afflict you so, or I would not 
have done it. I will go and take my 
name off immediately.' 

" 4 Take your name off!' said she. 
4 No, no! let it be there. I shall now 



have no more solicitude in reference to 
your becoming a drunkard. I shall 
spend no more wakeful midnight hours. 
I shall no more steep my pillow in 
tears.' 

" Now for the first time truth shone 
upon his mind, and he folded to his 
bosom his young and beautiful wife, 
and wept with her. 

" Now, I can't stand these facts, and 
I am going to sign the pledge." 



Cyrus and His Grandfather. 

Xenophon relates an interesting 
circumstance, relative to Cyrus, which 
occurred during a visit which the latter 
made, when a boy, to his maternal grand- 
lather, Astyages. Cyrus was asked by 
his grandfather why he did not swallow 
some of the wine ? " Because truly," 
replied the youth, " I was afraid there 
had been poison mixed with the cup ; 
for, when you feasted your friends up- 
on your birthday, I plainly found the 
Sacaean (slave) had poured you out all 
poison." " And how, child," replied 
Astyages, " did you know this ?" " Tru- 
ly," said Cyrus, " because I saw you all 
disordered in body and mind ; for, first, 
what you did not allow us boys to do 
that you did yourselves, for you all 
bawled together, and could learn noth- 
ing of each other ; then you fell to sing- 
ing very ridiculously, and, without at- 
tending to the singer, you swore he sang 
admirably ; then every one telling stories 
of his own strength, you rose and fell to 
dancing, but without all rule and meas- 
ure, for you could not so much as keep 
yourself upright ; then you all entirely 
forgot yourselves, you that you were 
king, and they that you were their 
governor ; and then, for the first time, I 
discovered that you were celebrating 
a festival, where all were allowed to talk 
with equal liberty, for you never ceased 
talking." 



The Court of Death. 

Death, the King of Terrors, was deter- 
mined to choose a prime minister ; and 
his pale courtiers, the ghastly train of 
diseases, were all summoned to attend, 
when each preferred his claim to the 
honor of this illustrious office. 

Fever urged the numbers he had 



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destroyed ; cold Palsy set forth his 
pretensions by shaking all his limbs ; 
and Dropsy, by his swelled, unwieldy 
carcass. Gout hobbled up, and alleged 
his great power in reaching every joint ; 
and Asthma's inability to speak was a 
strong though silent argument in favor 
of his claim. Stone and Colic pleaded 
their violence ; Plague, his rapid pro- 
gress in destruction; and Consumption, 
though slow, insisted that he was sure. 

In the midst of this, the court was 
disturbed with the noise of music, 
dancing, feasting, and revelry, when 
immediately entered a lady, with a bold, 
lascivious air, and a flushed and jovial- 
countenance. She was attended on one 
hand by a troop of cooks and baccha- 
nals, and on the other by a train of 
wanton youths and damsels, who danc- 
ed, half-naked, to the softest musical 
instruments. Her name was Intemper- 
ance. 

She waved her hand, and thus ad-, 
dressed the crowd of diseases : " Give 
way, ye sickly band of pretenders, nor 
dare to vie with my superior merits in 
the service of this great monarch. Am 
I not your parent — the author of your 
being ? Do you not derive the power of 
shortening human life almost wholly 
from me ? Who, then, so fit as myself 
for this important office ?" 

The grisly monarch grinned a smile 
of approbation, placed her at his right 
hand, and she immediately became his 
principal favorite and prime minister. 



Classic Origin of the ' ' Three Times 
Three" of Modern Topers. 

Amid the enjoyments of the festive 
board, they recall to mind the friends of 
other days ; and, having first performed 
libations to the gods, those best and 
purest of friends, drank to the health 
and prosperity of former associates, 
now far removed by circumstances ; and 
this they did, not in the mixed bever- 
age which formed their habitual pota- 
tions, but in pure wine. There was 
something extremely delicate in this 
idea ; for tacitly it intimated that their 
love placed the objects of it almost on 
a level with their divinities, in whose 
honor, also, on these occasions, a small 
portion of the wine was spilt in liba- 
tions upon the earth. The young, in 
whose hearts a sweetheart held the first 



place, drank deeply in honor of their 
beloved, sometimes equalling the num- 
ber of cups to that of the letters form- 
ing her name, which, if the custom 
prevailed so early, would account for 
AEgisthos's being a sot. Sometimes, 
however, taking the hint from the num- 
ber of the Graces, they were satisfied 
with three goblets ; but, when an excuse 
for drinking " pottle deep " was sought, 
they chose the Muses for their patrons, 
and honored their mistresses' names 
with three times three. This is the 
number of cheers with which favor- 
ite political toasts are received at our 
public dinners, though every one who 
fills his bumper, and cries " Hip, hip, 
hip, hurrah !" on these occasions, is 
probably not conscious that he is keep- 
ing up an old pagan custom in honor of 
the Muses. — St. JoJms Ancient Greece. 



Rev. George B. Cheever and Deacon 
Giles's Distillery. 

George B. Cheever is a genius. He 
early espoused the cause of temperance, 
and has ever been its unyielding cham- 
pion. Many years ago, when quite a 
young man, he published in a news- 
paper called the Salem Landmark, in 
New England, a dream entitled " Dea- 
con Amos Giles's Distillery." It was 
very graphic, true to life, horribly exact. 
This stirred up the wrath of the dis- 
tiller. His craft was in danger, and 
he was ready to cry out, " Great is 
Diana of the Ephesians." He prosecut- 
ed Mr. Cheever for libel. Cheever 
was tried, found guilty, condemned by 
the jury, and sentenced to imprisonment 
for a few days. But it was a tremen- 
dous blow at distilling, from which it 
never recovered. 

Young Cheever then brought out 
" Deacon Jones's Brewery ; or, The Dis- 
tiller turned Brewer." 

In it he represented demons dancing 
round the boiling caldron, and casting 
in the most noxious and poisonous 
drugs : 

" Round about the caldron go : 

In the poisoned entrails throw ; 
Drugs that in the coldest veins 
Shoot incessant fiery pains ; 
Herbs that, brought from hell's black door, 
Do its business slow and sure. 
A I in chorus : 

Double, double toll and trouble, 
Fire burn and caldron bubble." 



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The Rev. Henry Chase. 

Mr. Chase was the far-famed sailor 
preacher in Roosevelt Street, New York, 
for many years. He is known all over 
the world. He perfectly understood 
the character of sailors, how to address 
them, how to deal with them. 

I was with him when he was dying, 
and I preached his funeral sermon. 

THE SAILOR WHO GOT ANCHORED. 

Mr. Chase was preaching one day, and 
a drunken sailor, who knew him well, 
and often heard him preach, came 
staggering into the church in the midst 
of Mr. Chase's sermon. He reeled 
down the aisle first on one side and 
then on the other. He attracted the 
attention of the whole congregation, 
and they were looking at him and not 
at the preacher. Mr. Chase, as they 
were not listening to him, stopped 
preaching, and looked at the drunken 
sailor. He was not so intoxicated but 
what he knew why Mr. Chase had 
paused in his preaching. He threw 
himself into a seat and exclaimed, " Mr. 
Chase, you can go on now." " I will, 
shipmate," said Mr. Chase, " for I per- 
ceive now you have got anchored." 

THE SAILOR AND LIBERTY. 

On a fourth of July there was a tre- 
mendous shower. It was almost a 
young flood, and the gutters in Roosevelt 
Street were full and overflowing. Mr. 
Chase was going along the street, and 
he saw a young sailor in the gutter, his 
body under water, his head out. He 
was as happy as a king, crying out, 
" Hurrah for Liberty." Mr. Chase said 
to him, " Shipmate, reach me your hand, 
and I'll help you to your liberty." He 
refused any assistance till Mr. Chase 
drew him out by main force and left 
him on the walk, crying out at the top 
of his voice, " Hurrah for Liberty." 

THE DRUNKEN SAILOR AND THE PLEDGE. 

A mariners' temperance meeting was 
held in New York. While a gentleman 
was addressing the people, an intoxi- 
cated sailor came staggering up to him, 
and, looking him earnestly in the face, 
said to him, " You mean me, do you, 
captain?" 

M Mean you ! What did I say about 
you ?" 

" Why, the yarn you were spinning 
about that old salt. Do you mean me ?" 



" No, I spoke of another, but I think 
it would do very well for you too." 

" Well, so I think myself, and I am 
ashamed of it. So here, I'll knock off. 
Give me a pen, let me sign your pledge. 
May be I'm a little too drunk, but I'll 
try." The secretary handed him a pen. 
In attempting to write his name he let 
fall upon the page a large drop of ink. 
" There," he exclaimed, " that's a big 
period ; and a period marks the end of 
a sentence, so here is an end of my 
grog ! Look at me, shipmates ! You 
think I'm pretty much gone by the 
board, and so 1 am, but I begin to get 
sober. I know what I have done ; and 
you may call me a liar if I don't give 
grog a wide berth hereafter." 

The orator staggered to his seat, 
amidst roars of laughter and shouts of 
applause. It would be very question- 
able whether he would keep his pledge 
if he were not a sailor. But such is the 
sailor's sense of honor that he is seldom 
known to violate a vow. The Rev. Henry 
Chase said that many sailors have signed 
the pledge in a state of intoxication, and 
adhered to it with sacred fidelity. 

THE DRUNKEN SAILOR'S EXPERIENCE. 

In Mr. Chase's Mariners' Church a 
seaman gave an account of his conver- 
sion, which occurred several years ago 
in this city. He had recently entered 
port. Sunday morning he put on his 
" best rig," and embarked for a pleasure 
cruise about town. He had not gone far 
before he met an old acquaintance,whom 
he invited to join him. The latter re- 
plied that he had learned the folly and 
wickedness of drinking and carousing 
and desecrating the Sabbath ; that he 
was now on his way to church, and 
would be glad to have the company of 
his friend. 

" So," said he, " to please Bob, I gave 
up my frolic and went with him. But 
I had not been in church fifteen minutes 
before Captain Chase gave me a broad- 
side which raked me fore and aft. Mast 
and rigging went by the board, and I 
thought the hull was sinking. I cut 
loose before the amen, and hauled off 
to get away from shipmate. Two nights 
afterward Bob came for me, and took 
me to church again. This time the 
captain was harder with me than before. 
He bore down upon me with all his 
guns. Before the sermon was over I 
was a total wreck, and every sea swept 
over me from stem to stern." 



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Then he told us how he returned to 
his lodgings, locked himself up, and 
tried to pray, but found no comfort ; 
how he went the next night to the the- 
atre, but felt worse there than at church, 
and the next night to a frolic, but could 
neither drink nor dance away his sor- 
rows ; visited an old friend in Brook- 
lyn ; wandered in the woods of Long 
Island ; remained there alone all night ; 
cursed ; prayed ; thought of putting an 
end .to his wretched life, but was de- 
terred by the fear of hell ; the next 
morning, weary and faint, made his 
way back to the city ; Sabbath, repaired 
again to the church; "seized a rope" 
which " was thrown out to his drown- 
ing soul ; was hauled on board the Gos- 
pel ship/' in which he has been sailing 
ever since, in hope of " rounding the 
cape of death, and making the harbor 
of glory ! " 

It was the genuine eloquence of the 
heart, and produced such an effect as is 
seldom witnessed under the more pol- 
ished oratory of the pulpit. 



The Chairman of the Brinking-Club 
and His Companions. 

Much has been said and written 
about the longevity of drunkards. And 
some of them live long, and appear to 
be pickled-preserved in strong drink ; 
but there is another side to this story. 
Doctor Farre, of London, informed the 
Parliamentary Committee on Drunken- 
ness that he had met with this objection 
by a ruddy old man of eighty-four, who 
declared that for thirty years he had 
been a reformed character, and that his 
daily allowance consisted only of one 
pint of brandy and six glasses of Madei- 
ra ! He was chairman (being the great- 
est drinker) of the most notorious 
drinking-club in London — contending 
that drinking did not injure him. " I 
was anxious," says Dr. Farre, " to en- 
quire how many of his companions 
were yet living ." . . . This was the 
touchstone of the old man's argument. 
He acknowledged that there was not 
one alive ; candidly confessing that "he 
had buried the whole club three times." 
Thus the fact of a few individuals liv- 
ing to a good old age and indulging in 
intemperance testifies nothing more in 
favor of drinking than that of a soldier 
passing unhurt through a hundred 



fights does to the harmlessness of war. 
. . . These old drunkards Dr. Hewitt 
used to call the Devil's Decoy Ducks. 



Charles Carroll of CarroHton« 

There is much to admire in this 
signer of the Declaration of Indepen- 
dence, who gave his residence with his 
name, as much as to say, " If there is 
any reproach connected with this I am 
ready to bear it, and any danger I am 
ready to face it — they will know where 
to find me " ; and there is much to ad- 
mire in his course in regard to tempe- 
rance, and in his acknowledgment that 
he dare not use alcoholic stimulus. 

When Charles Carroll of Carroll- 
ton was approaching his eightieth 
year, and the infirmities of age began< 
to be deeply felt, his numerous friends 
earnestly recommended to him the daily 
and regular use of a little brandy. 
When he concluded to take brandy, he 
determined that it should be with the 
greatest caution ; accordingly, he mea- 
sured for himself, every day, a very 
small quantity, which he drank largely 
diluted with water. He would allow 
no one to mix his grog, lest the quan- 
tity of spirit should be inadvertently 
increased. This habit continued for 
some time, when, at an entertainment 
given to his friends, it was observed 
that his glass was no longer even faintly 
tinged with brandy. Enquiry being 
made, Mr. Carroll remarked : " Gentle- 
men, the experience of many years has 
taught me that I can do without brandy ; 
and a trial of its use for a single year 
has convinced me that if I continue it 
I can by no means foresee what it will 
do with me." 



Doctor Cumming and Kis Early 
Companions. 

Doctor Cumming is one of the most 
eloquent ministers in London. His 
name and fame have reached America. 
In a sermon to young men he observed 
that nothing could exceed the delight 
which he felt, on first coming to the 
city, then a stranger in a strange land, 
to find at his boarding-house several 
young men from his own country (Scot- 
land), who were also students of divi- 
nity with himself. When the first day 



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dawned on which he heard the sweet 
chime of Sabbath bells, he mentioned 
to his friends at breakfast that he was 
about to seek the church of his fathers, 
feeling that his first duty and dearest 
privilege was to worship his God and 
his fathers' God, and to assemble with 
the " multitude that kept holyday " 
and " thought upon his name." To his 
surprise, one said : " You will soon get 
rid of these ' old wives' fables ' " ; an- 
other, a student of theology, told him 
that in London these things were laid 
aside, and they had more important 
matters to attend to. He observed to 
them that the great things of God were 
not matters of latitude and longitude ; 
and resolving, by the grace of God, to 
be firm, he sought and found the church 
in which he wished to worship. When 
he returned, his friends gave painful 
evidence that they had " looked upon 
the wine when it was red." u Of the 
whole of these young men," says Dr. 
Gumming/' I know none that prospered. 
One, I know, came home to ask bread of 
the friends of his fathers, having forfeited 
all right to it in a foreign land. A se- 
cond is now, 1 believe, a minister of the 
Gospel, having repented of his ways. 
Others are wrecks in distant lands. I 
am spared, as far as I know, the only 
one on whose footsteps God's favor has 
shone ; and his grace and mercy have 
placed me in this pulpit to tell you, 
young men, that if you ' seek first the 
kingdom or" God and his righteous- 
ness, all other things shall be added 
unto you.' " 



The Costly Drink. 

How often the first drink proves fatal, 
and how necessary to observe that wise 
caution, " Beware of the first glass "/ 

A physician and his friend were con- 
versing together in front of the Eagle 
House, in Richmond, when a master- 
mechanic, a man of most amiable and 
excellent character, a superior work- 
man, full of business, with an interesting 
family, respected by everybody, and bid- 
ding fair to be an ornament to the city, 
came up to them, and laughingly com- 
menced the following conversation : 

''Well," said he, "I have just dore 
what I never did before in my life." 

" Ah ! what was that ?" 

" Why, Mr. has owed me a bill 



for work for a long time, and I dunned 
him for the pay until I was tired. But 
a minute ago I caught him out here, 
and asked him for the money. ' Well,' 
he said, ' I'll pay it to you if you'll 
step in here, and get a drink with me/ 
* No,' said I, ' I never drink — never drank 
in my life.' 'Well,' he replied, 'do as 
you please ; if you won't drink with me, 
I won't pay your bill — that's all !' But 
I told him I could not do that. How- 
ever, finding he would not pay the bill, 
rather than lose the money, I just went 
in and got the drink." And he laughed 
at the strange occurrence, as he con- 
cluded. 

As soon as he had finished the story, 
the physician's companion, an old, dis- 
creet, shrewd man, turned to him, and 
in a most impressive tone said : 
. " Sir, that was the dearest drink that 
ever crossed your lips, and the worst 
bill you ever collected." 

And terribly did time verify that pre- 
diction. In less than twelve months he 
Was a confirmed, disgraced sot, a vaga- 
bond in society, a curse to those who 
loved him, a loathing and a shame 
wherever he went. At last he died a 
horrible death in an infirmary from a 
disease produced solely by intoxication. 

What a spectacle does such a case 
present ! The poor man in the inno- 
cence of his heart laughed, ay, laughed, 
as he closed his story of his first drink. 
Could he have seen the terrible results 
and the awful future that awaited him, 
how his hair would have stood on end, 
and the blood would have curdled in 
his veins ! He would have shuddered 
and shrunk back with horror. But he 
laughed, for he felt no fear ; and thou- 
sands of others laugh now, and feel no 
fear, when the first glass maybe the first 
and certain step to ruin. 



The Cruel and Unnatural Mother. 

How intoxicating drinks destroy the 
natural affection and change the once 
affectionate mother into a demon ! 

A minister was called on to visit a 
dying man. The wife was partially in- 
toxicated, and expressed a fear that he 
was following her " poor girl." On fur- 
ther examination of the apartment the 
minister saw the corpse of a fine girl, 
whose hair had been closely cropped. 
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by the wretched mother that she had 
14 sold the girl's hair for eighteen-pence." 
A mother had actually stripped her 
daughter's corpse of the hair, and hav- 
ing sold it, spent the money in drink, 
and was evidently under the influence 
of liquor by the bedside of a dying hus- 
band. 



Cowen, the Wife-Murderer. 

Co wen, who was executed at Cincin- 
nati for the murder of his wife, solemn- 
ly warned the multitude against the use 
of ardent spirit. He said, " Beware of 
the bowl ! There is madness in it. Its 
accursed poison was my earthly ruin ! 
Whatever of gentleness existed in my 
nature before I sought it, it was wither- 
ed and banished when I found it. If I 
was a sinner when I first met the intoxi- 
cating cup, I certainly became a demon 
after I swallowed its venom. ' Wine 
is a mocker, strong drink is raging.' 
How bitterly have I been mocked ! " 



The Crows and the Com-Field. 



Colonel B- 



had one of the best 
farms near the Illinois River. About 
100 acres of it were covered with waving 
corn. When it came up in the spring, 
the crows seemed determined on its 
entire destruction. When one was kill- 
ed, it seemed as though a dozen came 
to its funeral ; and though the sharp 
crack of the rifle often drove them away, 
they always returned with its echo. 
The colonel at length became weary of 
throwing grass, and resolved on trying 
the virtue of stones. He sent to the 
druggist's for a gallon of alcohol, in 
which he soaked a few quarts of 
corn, and scattered it over the" field. 
The blacklegs came and partook with 
their usual relish, and, as usual, they 
were pretty well "corned"; and there 
followed a strange cooing and crackling, 
and strutting and swaggering ! When 
the boys attempted to catch them, they 
were not a little amused at their stag- 
gering gait and their zigzag way through 
the air. At length they gained the edge 
of the woods, and there, being joined 
by a new recruit, which happened to be 
sober, they united at the top of their 
voices in haw-haw-hawking, and shout- 
ing either praises or curses of alcohol, it 



was difficult to tell which, as they rattled 
away without rhyme or reason. But the 
colonel saved his corn ; as soon as they 
became sober, they set their faces stead- 
fastly against alcohol — not another ker- 
nel would they touch in his field. 



The Captain and the Cabin-Boys. 

Two youths, Henry and Charles, en- 
gaged as cabin-boys on board the Isaac, 
bound for Calcutta. They soon became 
favorites with the captain — Henry, be- 
cause he was willing and obliging ; 
Charles, on account of his sprightliness 
and wit. Henry, being the only son of 
a widow, had chosen a sailor's life from 
a love of the sea and a desire to assist 
in supporting his mother and younger 
sister ; Charles, the son of a rich man, 
simply from love of adventure and 
a desire to free himself from the re- 
straints of home. One day, when both 
had performed their respective duties 
unusually well, the captain offered them 
as a reward a glass of wine. Henry 
politely declined touching his, while 
Charles thankfully accepted the cup 
handed him and quaffed its contents. 
The captain sternly and angrily com- 
manded Henry to drink ; but he assured 
him he could not. The captain then de- 
manded how he dared disobey him. 
The frank, manly reply of the noble boy 
was : " I promised my mother never to 
touch a drop." These boys grew up to 
be young men — Henry, honest, tem- 
perate, and respectable ; Charles, vi- 
cious, blasphemous, and intemperate. 
The captain finally expostulated with 
Charles upon his habits and wicked 
course, entreating him to leave off 
drinking. With a contemptuous sneer 
he replied : " Do you know who gave 
me my first glass?" 

"No, sir." 

" Captain Saunders, it was you." 

Soon after the captain sought Henry, 
and said to him : " You were right in 
refusing that glass of wine I offered you 
years ago. How thankful I am you had 
sufficient courage to do so ! I might 
have had two ruined souls to answer 
for, instead of one." 



Conscience and the Distillery, 

The Rev. William Taylor says : "A 
man of my acquaintance in the State of 



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Virginia, by the name of Beck, invested 
more than all he was worth in a distil- 
lery. Just at that time a camp-meeting 
was commenced in the neighborhood. 
He attended the meeting, and the Holy 
Spirit called him to follow Christ. He 
hesitated a few minutes, and said to 
himself : ' If I seek religion, I must give 
up my distillery. If I give that up, I 
shall beggar my family. If I do not 
seek religion, I can make a good living 
for my family, but my soul must go to 
hell.' He immediately presented him- 
self at the altar, and said : ' Lord, I'll 
trust my family in thy care, and seek 
the salvation of my soul. O Lord ! I 
have built a " still-house," which I know 
I must give up before thou wilt pardon 
my sins, but I want the pardon of my 
sins to-night, for before to-morrow I may 
be dead. O Lord ! if thou wilt trust me, 
and for the sake of Jesus Christ forgive 
my sins to-night, I will go home to- 
morrow morning, if spared, and knock 
every tub to staves, throw out the still, 
and never make one drop of liquor.' 
That very night he was redeemed from 
sin, and I heard him afterward say, in a 
class-room, after relating his experience, 
* God saw my sincerity, and converted 
my soul on credit! He kept his word 
with the Lord to the letter. He destroy- 
ed every ' tub/ and converted the 
building into a mill. I have often 
seen his still, for he never would sell it, 
lest it might be used for the purpose of 
making liquor, and affect his contract 
with the Lord." 



Could not 



ask God's Blessing 
upon It. 



In a town in the West of England a 
brewery was established by some mem- 
bers of the Wesleyan Society. The 
temperance cause having taken deep 
root in that place, it was found impos- 
sible for the brewers to make head- 
way against the spread of truth and 
soberness. After a year or two spent in 
struggling to obtain a footing, the brew- 
ery was given up with considerable loss. 
One of the parties, who was a local 
preacher, said to a friend : " Well, I am 
out of it now, but when I was in it I 
never could ask the Almighty's blessing 
in the morning upon my day's work, for 
I knew the more the business, the more 
the drunkenness." 



The Cartridge-box, the Ballot-box, 
and the Band-box. 

A quaint old gentleman, speaking 
upon the suppression of the rum-traffic, 
said : " There were but three ways of 
regulating the matter. One was by the 
cartridge-box. But that would never 
do in these days. Another was by the 
band-box, alias smooth words and fair 
speeches, moral suasion, which the rum- 
seller cared as little about as did the 
boy on the apple-tree the old man's 
grass. We must go to the ballot-box, 
have the question of license or no 
license brought to the polls and sub- 
mitted to the people. If we are beat, try 
again, and keep trying until we bring 
the community to say, by a strong vote, 
they will be afflicted with the curse no 
longer." 



Could not Take a Little. 

A person who had been visited by a 
serious fit of illness, and had been 
obliged to use great abstinence, was told 
by his medical attendant that he might 
take one glass of wine. The patient de- 
clined. The doctor knew that his pa- 
tient had been fond of wine, and ven- 
tured to say, " Well I do not know 
that two glasses will do you any harm." 

" No," said the gentleman, " I had 
rather not." 

" What say you to three glasses ?" 

" I had rather not." 

" Well, if you do not think it worth 
while to take three glasses, how much 
would you wish to take?" 

" Why, I do not think it worth while 
to take any, unless I might drink two 
or three bottles." 



Crossing the Line. 

A gentleman at the late Albany Con- 
vention remarked that much was said 
about moderate and immoderate drink- 
ing, and he had often enquired of in- 
temperate men when they crossed the 
line, but they could never tell ; most gen- 
erally they thought they had not yet come 
to it. When he was a lad, he went to 
South America, and he heard much about 
crossing the line. He was exceedingly 
anxious to see it, and often enquired 
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to his grief he found they were on the 
other side, and on expressing his disap- 
pointment to an old sailor that he had 
not seen the line, " Oh ! " said the old 
salt, " we never see it." " Why ? " asked 
the boy. " Because," was the reply, 
M we always cross it in the dark." 



The Christian Indians and ihe 
Liquor-Merchant. 

The Rev. Peter Jones was a convert- 
ed Indian. He was a chief of the Chip- 
pewa tribe of Indians. He was a gifted 
minister, and both in Europe and Am- 
erica his ministry produced profound 
sensations. He preached for me when 
I was stationed in New York. We made 
temperance speeches at the Metropo- 
litan Hall, and were admitted into the 
Temple of Honor at the same time. He 
was full of native eloquence and wit. He 
would dwell on the Indian's love iox fire- 
waters ; how they would part with their 
blankets and everything else for whis- 
key. One Indian wished he had a throat 
a mile long, that he might taste it a great 
ways. But when the Indians received 
the Word of God, they gave up the fire- 
waters. The traders and store-keeper 
did not like this. They tried to oppose 
the missionaries and persuade the In- 
dians to return to drink, but they did 
not succeed. One day four Christian 
Indians went to the store, and, as usual, 
the merchant asked them to drink ; but 
they were Christians now, and did 
not drink rum. " Oh ! " said he, " I am 
a Christian too, like yourselves, and I 
just take a little to do me good." Still, 
the Indians would not yield. The store- 
keeper was much surprised at this, and 
concluded at last that the reason why 
they would not drink was because some 
other white men were in the bar-room, 
who might perhaps inform the mission- 
ary if they drank. The Indians had to 
return home at night through a bush ; 
the store-keeper determined to go be- 
fore them, and place a small cask of 
whiskey in the foot-path, and watch be- 
side it, in concealment, to see the result 
— perfectly certain that if they had an 
opportunity of getting drunk without 
being seen, not to speak of the saving 
of expense, their Christianity would be 
no barrier in the way ; all this was ac- 
cordingly done. In travelling through 
the woods in the dark Indians al- 



ways go one behind another, at a short 
distance. In this manner they drew 
near to the cask. When the first came 
up to it, he called to his companions, 
" Ho ! I think the devil is here," and 
then passed on. The second came up, 
and replied, " Oh ! yes, for I smell him," 
and passed on. The third gave it a 
push with his foot, and said, " I feel 
him," and passed on. The fourth gave 
it a shove, which sent it tumbling down 
the hillside, and called out, " Yes, he is 
here, for I hear him." Thus they all 
passed on, to the great mortification 
of the store-keeper, and reached home 
victorious. 



Cold Victuals. 

" Why don't you come after cold vic- 
tuals as usual," said a lady to a boy 
who had for a long time been a daily 
visitor for that species of charity. 

" Father has joined the temperance 
society, and we have plenty of warm 
victuals now," was the reply of the lad. 



The Clergyman and the Judge. 

A clergyman had been accused of 
intemperance by an individual whom he 
wished to have arraigned for a libel on 
his reputation. He applied for this pur- 
pose to Judge M , then an eminent 

lawyer in Baltimore. Having heard the 
clergyman's complaint, and after a se- 
vere scrutiny of the person of the com- 
plainant, Mr. M , not inexperienced 

himself in the effects of drink, question- 
ed his client in the following manner : 

" Sir, in order to do my duty to you 
more faithfully, I wish to enquire, first 
of all, are you guilty of the charge ? 
Do you ever get drunk ? " 

Astonished at the question, the clergy- 
man was about to say " never," but hav- 
ing a good degree of conscientiousness, 
he hesitated, and then he replied, " What 
do you mean by drunkenness ? " 

" Why, sir, I mean by drunkenness 
that condition of the human faculties in 
which, by the use of fermented liquors, 
a man is enabled or induced to do cer- 
tain acts which he could not do, or 
would not do, without such use. For in- 
stance, sir, and I beg you not to deem me 
personal or irreverent, a man may some- 
times preach a more eloquent discourse, 



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and utter a more fervent prayer, excited 
by drink, than he could do in the pre- 
vious languid state of his feelings. He 
may not think so, but I call him drunk. 
This is my definition of drunkenness." 

The clergyman replied, " Mr. M , 

I withdraw my complaint." 



Christinas Evans and the Anti- 
Temperance Minister. 

Christmas Evans, the famous Welsh 
preacher, towards the close of his life la- 
bored to advance the temperance re- 
formation. A brother minister, " who 
condemneth not himself in the things 
which he allowed," could not be 
brought over to the total-abstinence 
system. Christmas polished an arrow, 
and put it into his quiver ready for use. 
He was appointed to preach, and, as 
usual, there were gatherings from far 

and near to hear him. Mr. W , of 

A , the minister alluded to, was there 

also ; but, as if in anticipation of an at- 
tack, he at first said he should not be 
present whilst Evans preached, yet 
such was the fascination that he could 
not stay away. By-and-by he crept up 
into the gallery, where the preacher's 
eye — for he had but one — which had 
been long searching for him, at length 
discovered him. All went on " as usu- 
al " until the time came when the arrow 
might be drawn, which was done slily 
and unperceived. " I had a strange 
dream the other night," said the preach- 
er. " I dreamed that I was in Pande- 
monium, the council-chamber of Hades. 
How I got there I know not, but there I 
was. I had not been there long before 
there came a thundering rap at the gates. 
1 Beelzebub, Beelzebub, you must come 
to earth directly.' ' Why ? What's the 
matter now?' 'Oh! they are sending 
out missionaries to preach to the hea- 
then.' 'Are they? Bad news this. I'll be 
there presently.' Beelzebub came, and 
hastened to the place of embarkation, 
where he saw the missionaries, their 
wives, and a few boxes of Bibles and 
tracts ; but, on turning round, he saw 
rows of casks piled up, and labelled 
gin, rum, brandy, etc. ' That will do,' 
said he ; ' no fear yet. These casks will 
do more harm than the boxes can do 
good.' So saying, he stretched his 
wings for hell again. After a time came 
another loud call : ' Beelzebub, they are 



forming Bible societies.' 'Are they? 
Then I must go.' He went, and found 
two ladies going from house to house 
distributing the Word of God. ' This 
won't do,' thought he, ' but I will watcli 
the result.' The ladies visited an aged 
female, who received a Bible with much 
reverence and many thanks. Satan 
loitered about, and, when the ladies 
were gone, saw the old woman come to 
her door and look around to assure her- 
self that she was unobserved. She then 
put on her bonnet, and with a small 
parcel under her apron hastened to the 
next public-house, where she pawned 
her new Bible for a bottle of gin. ' That 
will do,' said Beelzebub ; ' no fear yet/ 
And back he flew to his own place. 
Again came a loud knock and a hasty 
summons : ' They are forming tempe- 
rance societies.' 'Temperance socie- 
ties ! What's that? I'll come and see ! ' 
He came and saw, and again flew back, 
muttering, ' This won't do much harm 
to me or my subjects ; they are forbid- 
ding the use of ardent spirits, but they 
have left my poor people all the ale and 
porter, and the rich all the wines — no 
fear yet.' Again came a louder rap and 
a more urgent call : ' Beelzebub ! you 
must come now, or all is lost ; they are 
forming teetotal societies.' ' Teetotal ! 
what in the name of all my imps is 
that ?' ' To drink no intoxicating 
liquors whatever — the sole beverage is 
water.' ' Indeed ! that is bad news. I 
must see after this.' And he did, but 
went back again to satisfy the anxious 
enquiries of his legions, who were all 
qui vive about the matter. 'Oh!' said 
he, ' don't be alarmed ; true, it's an 
awkward affair, but it won't spread 
much yet, for all the parsons are 

against it, and Mr. W , of A 

(sending up an eagle glance of his eye 
at him), is at the head of them.' " " But I 
won't be at the head of them any longer," 
cried out Mr. W , and walking calm- 
ly down out of the gallery, entered the 
table pew, and signed the pledge. — 
Baptist Reporter, August, 1849. 



The Clergyman and the Jack Tar. 

A clergyman rode fifteen miles to de- 
liver a lecture on the horrors of drunk- 
enness and the advantages arising from 
teetotalism. When he was about half 
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tar jumped up and said, "Now, look 
here ; before you go any further just tell 
us whether you drink anything your- 
self." 

" Why, yes," replied the lecturer, after 
some hesitation. " I drink a glass of 
wine or two a day." 

"Well, then," added the tar, "you 
just go back where you come from, and 
make yourself a teetotaler before you 
come here preaching to us, for you are 
just as likely to become a drunkard as 
any one else." 

There was much truth in the old tar's 
logic. Then, consistency is a jewel. 
Paul enquires, "Thou that preachest, 
Thou shalt not steal, dost thou steal?" 



That other Cain. 

A drunken man was aroused from his 
sleep by the road-side and asked, 

"Who are you?" 

He answered, " My name is Cane." 

" Are you the Cain who slew his 
brother ?" 

He replied, " No. I am the Cane who 
got slewed I" 



The Clergyman and his Parishioners. 

Many men delight to make a clergy- 
man the butt of their ridicule, and espe- 
cially temperance clergymen ; but they 
often wake up men who know how to 
answer a fool according to his folly. 

A clergyman in one of the towns in 
the State of New York, at the time 
when the protests against the use of 
liquors became somewhat earnest from 
the pulpit, one Sabbath delivered to his 
congregation a thorough discourse on 
the subject. On their way home some 
of his hearers enquired of each other, 
" What does all this mean?" One gen- 
tleman, who professed some shrewdness 
of guessing, said, " I will tell you, gentle- 
men, what is the difficulty ; we have 
none of us sent Mr. anything to re- 
plenish his decanter lately. And my 
advice is that we attend to the matter." 
Accordingly, on Monday a full-sized 
demijohn of " old spirits," or " Cognac," 

was sent to Rev. Mr. -, accompanied 

with a very polite note requesting his 
acceptance of it from a few friends, as a 
testimony of their regard. 

Our worthy clergyman felt himself 



at first in somewhat of a dilemma. But 
wit, invention, and a good conscience 
are sometimes found in close compan- 
ionship ; and they met in the present 
instance to help our good minister to 
"back out "of the difficulty. He took 
the demijohn to the watering-trough of 
his stable, and poured some of the 
liquor in, and brought his horse to it. 
Pony expanded his nostrils and snorted 
j and blowed at it, as though he thought 
it rather too hot, and seemed to say, 
I " What's this?" Next he drove his cow 
j to the trough, to see if she liked it any 
better. The cow snuffed at it, and shook 
her horns, and went her way, with no 
fondness for such a " villanous potation." 

Mr. then carried his demijohn to 

pig-stye, and called his pig out of his 
bed-room to taste. Piggy grunted 
and snuffed, dipped his nose in and 
coughed, and went back again to finish 
his nap in his straw. 

Mr. then returned to his study, 

and penned, in substance, the following 
note to the present-makers, with which 
he returned the demijohn and its con- 
tents : 

" Gentlemen : With due acknowledg- 
ments for your present, received this 
morning, permit me to say that I have 
offered some of it to my horse, my cow, 
and my swine, and neither of them will 
drink it. That which neither horses, 
cattle, nor hogs will drink I cannot 
think to be either useful or safe for man 
to drink. I beg you to excuse me, there- 
fore, for returning the demijohn and its 
contents ; and believe me, gentlemen, 
your most obedient, etc." 



Cider. — The Two Cancers. 

A few years since a Revolutionary 
soldier in this country, who retained to 
advanced age the appetite for strong 
drink, which was probably first kindled 
by the mistaken liberality of the Govern- 
ment, who supplied the poison, was 
afflicted with a cancer. He was told by 
his physician that if he would abandon 
the use of strong drink, and pursue the 
measures he pointed out, it was proba- 
ble its severity might be mitigated and 
his life prolonged. But he could not, 
at least he did not resist the cravings of 
the depraved appetite, and he soon end- 
ed his days in agony. Another man had 
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his face at the age of thirty-five. He re- 
marked that a single glass of cider 
would occasion that peculiar twinging 
pain which characterizes this disease. 
He immediately abandoned the use of 
everything that contained alcohol, was 
careful as to his diet, lived to old age, 
and never experienced any serious in- 
convenience from his cancer. — Maine 
Gazette, 



Couldn't Swallow It. 

A man was boasting that he had 
drunk a quart of cider without injuring 
him. One who heard him said, " That's 
more than I can swallow.'" 



The Choice. 

A man had the choice of committing 
the least of three offences — murder, 
robbery, or drunkenness. He choose 
the latter, got drunk, and then com- 
mitted the other two. 



The Clergyman and his Friend. 

A clergyman stopped at the house of 
a friend on a Saturday evening, in a vil- 
lage where he was next day to preach. 
This friend was a distiller and vender 
of ardent spirits, and was exceedingly 
bitter against the temperance cause. 
He could not refrain, all the evening, 
from giving vent to his feelings against 
all the temperance men and every tem- 
perance movement. The next day the 
preacher took this text from Jonah : 
" Dost thou well to be angry ?" He 
showed what good was doing in the 
days in which we live, and especially in 
the temperance cause ; how that cause 
was drying up the founts of pauperism, 
and crime, and brutality ; saving thou- 
sands on thousands from the drunkard's 
path, and restoring many a lost man to 
society and his family, and removing 
the greatest obstruction to the reception 
and spread of the Gospel. And as he 
enumerated one blessing after another, 
he would cast his eye down upon his 
friend, and ask, " Dost thou well to be 
angry ? " It was more than the poor 
distiller could bear. Shame and confu- 



sion were his. He hid his face from all 
the congregation, who were looking at 
him, and as soon as possible made his 
way home from church, and is said 
never after to have talked against the 
temperance cause. 



Dr. Cheyne and the Lady. 

A lady with flushed face and carbun- 
cle nose, consulting Doctor Cheyne, 
exclaimed, "Where in the name of 
wonder, doctor, did I get such a nose 
as this?" 

" Out of the decanter — out of the de- 
canter," replied the doctor. 



Judge Daggett. 

EXCUSES FOR NOT SIGNING THE PLEDGE. 

The Hon. David Daggett, of New 
Haven, Conn., familiarly known as 
Judge Daggett, was one of the most 
dignified-looking men I ever beheld. 
He was a gentleman of the old school. 
Well do I remember his tall and noble 
form, his powdered locks, his breeches, 
knee-buckles, and white stockings. 
Very early he enlisted in the cause of 
temperance, and threw his powerful in- 
fluence in its favor. He was its able 
advocate, argumentative, eloquent. He 
considered the dram-shop as the " curse 
of the community," the " outer chamber 
of hell." He often expressed an opinion 
that there was little hope of success in 
the cause until the sale of ardent spirits 
was placed on a par with counterfeiting 
and stealing. Dignified as he was, he 
would sometimes indulge in a little 
innocent pleasantry. I remember hear- 
ing him relate the following, in 1826, in 
Fairfield County, Conn., in reply to the 
many excuses people make for not sign- 
ing the pledge. He said there was a 
man went to borrow a horse from a 
neighbor, he wishing to ride a few 
miles. He replied, "My horse is young, 
skittish, not fairly broke, and is con- 
sidered unsafe to ride." 

The gentleman said, " I am used to 
young horses. I have broke many a one. 
I always did like a horse that had some 
life ; and the more life the animal has, 
the better." 

11 But," said the man, " the horse is a 



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mile and a half off in pasture, and I am 
very busy and have no time to go and 
catch him." 

Said the gentleman, " I have a plenty 
of leisure. I will not trouble you. I will 
go and catch the horse myself." 

Said the man, " I have no bridle." 

The gentleman replied, " I have a new 
one I bought a short time ago, and I 
will use my own." 

" But I have no saddle." 

" My neighbor has a saddle, and he 
lends it to me whenever I want it, and 
in exchange I lend him my bridle." 

" But his fore shoes are off, and his 
hoofs are young and tender, and I don't 
want them stove all to pieces so as to 
make the young animal lame, and thus 
do him great injury." 

The gentleman replied, " Here is a 
blacksmith's shop, and I will have new 
shoes put on before I start, and there- 
fore the young animal cannot be injured 
at all." 

Having exhausted all his excuses, the 
man looked at him and said, " You fool, 
don't you see I don't want you to have 
the hoss?" 



Delirium Tremens. 

There is no feature of human history 
or of human experience in this world 
more appalling than the horrors which 
are depicted by a terrified imagination, 
when the nervous system and the mind 
are wrought up to a high pitch of excite- 
ment by the poisoning influence of ar- 
dent spirits. These terrible descriptions 
of scenes vividly present and real to a 
mind under the power of delirium tre- 
mens, where ghosts and hobgoblins ap- 
pear on the stage, or staring out from the 
walls of the dwelling, as we have heard 
Mr. Gough depict them, are held out as 
beacon-warnings to all who venture to 
trifle with the intoxicating cup, either 
in selling or drinking. The following, 
which we find in an exchange paper, 
may well serve as a warning to all such : 

" Well, wife, this is too horrible ! I 
cannot continue this business any 
longer." 

" Why, dear, what is the matter now? " 

" Oh ! such a dream ! such a rattling 
of dead men's bones ! such an army of 
starving mortals ! so many murderers ! 
such cries, and shrieks, and yells ! such 
horrid gnashing of teeth and glaring of 
eyes ! and such a blazing fire ! and such 
devils ! Oh ! I cannot endure it. My 



hair stands on end, and I am so filled 
with horror I can scarcely speak ! Oh ! 
if ever I sell rum again ! " 

" My dear, you are frightened " 

11 Yes, indeed, am I. Another such a 
night will I not pass for worlds." 

" My dear, perhaps — " 

" Oh ! don't talk to me. I am deter- 
mined to have nothing more to do with 
rum anyhow. Don't you think Tom 
Wilson came to me with his throat cut 
from ear to ear— and such a horrid gash ! 
And it was so hard for him to speak, and 
so much blood, and said he, ' See here, 
Joe, the result of your rumselling.' My 
blood chilled at the sight, and just then 
the house seemed to be turned bottom 
up ; the earth opened, and a little imp 
took me by the hand, saying, ' Follow 
me.' As I went, grim devils held out to 
me cups of liquid fire, saying, ' Drink 
this.' I dared not refuse ; every draught 
set me in a rage ; serpents hissed on 
each side, and from above reached down 
their heads and whispered, ' Rumseller.' 
On and on the imp led me through a 
narrow pass. All at once he paused, 
and said, 'Are )^ou dry?' Yes, I re- 
plied. Then he struck a trap-door with 
his foot, and down he went, and legions 
of fiery serpents rushed after us, whis- 
pering, * Rumseller ! rumseller!' At 
length we stopped again, and the imp 
asked me as before, 'Are you dry?' 
Yes, I replied. He then touched a 
spring, a door flew open — what a sight ! 
There were thousands, ay, millions 
of old worn-out rum-drinkers, crying 
most piteously, ' Rum, rum, give me 
some rum ! ' When they saw me, they 
stopped a moment to see who I was ; 
then the imp cried out so as to make 
all shake again, ' Rumseller ! ' and, 
hurling me in, shut the door. For a 
moment they fixed their ferocious eyes 
upon me, and then uttered in a united 
yell, ' Damn him ! ' which filled me 
with such horror I awoke. There, 
dream or no dream, I will never sell 
another drop of the infernal stuff. I 
will no longer be accessory to the mis- 
eries that come upon men in conse- 
quence of the traffic in intoxicating 
drinks. I will not." 



The Drunken Lawyer and the Judge- 

A distinguished lawyer was engaged 
in arguing a case when he was intoxi- 
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of the judge, he was reprimanded for 
the use of disrespectful language, and 
reminded that he was in the temple of 
justice. 

" In the temple of justice !" he replied 
with a curled lip and a contemptuous tone, 
and was proceeding in the use of disre- 
spectful language when the court inter- 
rupted him by saying : 

" Sit down, Mr. Brown, sit down. You 
are drunk / " 

" Right, your honor, right ; and it is 
the only correct decision you have made 
this term." 



The Drunkard's Looking-Glass. 

We copy the following from a manu- 
script supposed to be at least a hun- 
dred years old : 

" THE DRUNKARD'S LOOKING-GLASS ; 
" Or, a short View of their Present 
Shame and Future Misery. — Published 
in Love to those concerned, and recom- 
mended to them as a tender Caution, to 
avoid the same excess. 

" You that are not professed Atheists, 
but professed Christians, and yet are 
guilt) r of so loathsome a vice as excess 
and Drunkenness is, pray be entreated 
and persuaded, at the most sober sea- 
sons, to consider your present states, 
and the sad and lamentable Effects that 
will and do certainly attend and follow 
such practices, viz. : 

" First, Some general Effects 
thereof ! Drunkenness makes a man 
unfit for Good. lDrowneth and Infatu- 
ateththe senses. Depraveth the Reason. 
2Besots the Understanding. 3 Causes 
Error in Judgment. 4lt is hurtfull to 
the mind. Defiles the Conscience. 
5 Hardens and steals away the Heart. 
Brings a spiritual Lethargy. 6lt is a 
work of Darkness. 7 An Annoyance to 
Modesty. 8 A Gate to Debauchery. A 
Discloser of Secrets. A Betrayer of 
trust. 9 A Depriver of Honesty. A fore- 
runner of Misery. It Cracks men's - 
credits. Empties their Purses. 10 Con- 
sumeth their Estates. Violates the rules 
of Temperance. Perverts the order of 
Nature. n Causes Profane, scurrilous 

1 Gen. xix. 32-36. 2 i Sam. xxv. 36. 3 Isaiah 
xxviii. 7. 4 Job i. 5. 5 Hos. iv. 11. c i Thess. v. 7. 
7 Hab. xi. 16. B Joel iii. 3. ,J Rom. viii 13. 10 Prov. 
xxiii. 21. n Jucl. ix. 27. 12 Hos. vii. 5. 13 i Kings 
xix. 9. 14 Hab. xi. 5. 1& Hos. vii. 5. 10 Prov. 
xxiii. 29. 17 — . xxxi. 5. lf Tsalm cvii. 27. 10 Jer. 
xviii. 26; Isa. xxviii. 8; Prov. xv. t. 20 Prov. 



and cursed speeches. 12 Ranting, Swear- 
ing and Blasphemy. 13 Quarrelling, 
fighting and Murder. It is the Mother 
of Mischief. 14 The father of vice and 
pride. The nurse of Riot and Fury. 
The School of Lying and Slander. A 
Discoverer of folly. An Oppressor of 
Nature. 15 An Impairer of Health. 16 It 
Deformeth the Visage. Corrupteth the 
Breath. Stupefies the spirits. Intoxi- 
cates the Brain. 17 Decayeth the Memory. 
Begets unnatural Thirst. Inflameth the 
Blood. Causes Stammering of Speech. 
18 Reeling and Staggering to and fro. 
19 Filthy and Loathsome Vomiting. 
Dropsies, surfeits, Fevers, etc. It is a 
voluntary madness. A Deceiver of 
Fools. It Decays the Moral Virtues. 
20 A Bewitching Poison. An Invited 
Enemy. 21 A Flattering Devil. 22 Causes 
forgetfulness of God. 2S A Provoker of 
his Judgements. Hastens (and often 
brings untimely) Death. And at last 
destroys the Soul. 

" Secondly : Some particular Char- 
acters of a Drunkard ; A Drunkard in 
that state is indisposed to Virtue. Is a 
Licentious person. 24 Makes his Belly 
his God. Is worse than a Brute. 25 A 
Companion of Riot and Revelling. A 
Game and Sport to Profane people. A 
Ridiculous object. 26 His own Sorrow, 
Woe and Shame. His Wife's Grief. His 
Children's Disgrace. 27 His Neighbours' 
Contempt and Derision. His family's 
Ruin. 28a thief to himself. 29 A Scandal 
to Christianity. ^A Reproach to Re- 
ligion. A Dishonour to God. Unfit 
for civil society. 81 An abuser of God's 
mercies, and good Creatures. A Loser 
of his precious time. A Destroyer of 
his reputation, Parts and Credit. 32 Is 
subject to many Dangers. A Slave to 
the Devil and his own Lust. A Travel- 
ler to Destruction. 33 A transgressor of 
the Laws of God and Man. ^Against 
whom woes are pronounced. His own 
soul's enemy. A Human Monster. 
35 And at last will be excluded God's 
Kingdom. Also, there have been many 
signal, dreadful and amazing examples, 
that Divine Vengeance hath suffered to 
overtake some Health Drinkers, and 
quaffing, carousing Drunkards, as His- 
tory relates. 

xxiii. 32. 21 Mic. ii. n. -Luke xxi. 34. 23 — . 
xii. 45. 24 Phil iii. 19. 25 Isaiah v. 12. 26 Prov. 
xxiii. 20-20. 27 Isaiah xxviii. 3 ; Jer. xlvm. 20. 
2 *Prov. xxiii. 21 20 i Pet. iv. 3. so i Cor. v. 11. 
fll Isaiah v. 22. 22 Prov. xxvi. 9. s *Eph. v. *8. 
84 Isaiah v. 11 ; Nah. i. 10. SB i Cor.vi. 16. 



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The Drunkard and the Post. 

Two " moderate drinkers " were pass- 
ing along South Street one night, with 
sufficient liquor aboard to make them 
feel as courageous as lions. All at once 
one of them ran slap against something 
in the shape of a six-footer, when he 
squared off and aimed a blow at the 
great unknown with such force that he 
lost his balance, and fell prostrate on 
his back. " Halloo, captain !" said he to 
his companion, " don't let him strike me 
while I am down." The captain com- 
menced trotting round the stranger, and 
was just about to give him a severe 
blow when he discovered the antago- 
nist was nothing more than a post. 



The Drunkard and the Rattlesnake. 

We have the following from a source 
of the highest respectability, and are al- 
lowed to publish it as a solemn warn- 
ing to such as, on any subject, trifle 
with the clear dictates of conscience. 

There was lately living in the county 
of Amherst, Virginia, not far from 
L)mchburg, a blacksmith, who was well 
off in the world, and a decent sort of 
man in his way, except that he now and 
then would drink too much. Not long- 
since he went to a temperance meeting 
held in his neighborhood, being quite 
sober at the time, and listened to a very 
stirring address ; when the appeal, warm- 
ly seconded by the advice and entreaty 
of some of his friends, so wrought upon 
him that his conscience was aroused, 
and he felt that he must either fly from 
this place of trial or yield to the force 
of truth. He hesitated for a moment 
which alternative to adopt ; but his evil 
genius prevailed, and, stifling his con- 
victions, he tore himself away from the 
spot ; and coming to a grog-shop on 
his way home, he there furnished him- 
self with a bottle of whiskey. But 
ashamed to carry it to his house, he re- 
solved to hide it in some place, where 
he might resort to it without being seen. 
He went accordingly into the stable, 
but could find no hole or corner there 
safe enough for his purpose. At last he 
thought of a pile of stones behind the 
building which seemed to offer a snug 
hiding-place for his treasure, and was 
in the act of opening a spot among 
them for the bottle when a rattlesnake, 



concealed in the pile, struck its deadly 
fangs into his hand — thus terminating 
his life in a few hours ! In the agony 
of his sufferings, the wretched man, as 
a warning to others, made a full confes- 
sion of the circumstances, and died 
deeply deploring his guilt and folly in 
not yielding to his convictions at the 
meeting. 

This man was not worse than other 
sinners. And the kind admonition of 
heaven to all is : " He that, being often 
reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall sud- 
denly be destroyed, and that without 
remedy I" 



Drunk but Once. 

"Never was drunk but once in my 
life," said a fellow once in my hearing, 
" and I never mean to be drunk again. 
The street seemed to be very steep, and 
I lifted my feet at every step, as if I was 
getting up-stairs. Several cart-wheels 
were making revolutions in my brains, 
and at one time I fancied my head was 
a large carving and turning establish- 
ment, the lathes of which I was keeping 
in motion with my feet. I couldn't con- 
ceive what was the reason the town had 
turned into such an enormous hill, and 
that it seemed to be growing higher and 
threatened to pitch over me. Stop, stop, 
said I, and I'll head this old hill yet, 
or at least it sha'n't head me. I turned 
round to go down and get at the bot- 
tom ; tell me ! if the town didn't turn 
right round too, heading me all the time. 
Well, sure enough, the ground flew up, 
and struck me on the forehead ; as soon 
as the stars cleared away, I commenced 
climbing with my hands and knees. 
The next thing I saw was a big brick 
house coming full split round a corner, 
and I believe it run right over me, for I 
don't remember any more." 



The Doctor and his Patient. 

" Doctor," said a hard-looking, bran- 
dy-faced customer the other day to a 
physician — ' doctor, I'm troubled with 
an oppression, an uneasiness about the 
breast. What do you suppose the mat- 
ter is?" "All very easily accounted 
for," said the physician ; "you have 
water on the chest." "Water? Come, 
that'll do well enough for a joke ; but 



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how could I get water on my chest 
when I haven't touched a drop in fifteen 
years ? If you had said brandy, you 
might have hit it." 



The Dying Felon's Testimony. 

" Do you know by what means I came 
to this place ?" said a dying felon to the 
bystanders. " A teaspoonful of rum, 
given me by my father, has made me 
what you see I am." 



The Drinker and His Long Walk. 

One of the best stories of the season 
is told by Sandy Welsh, of a man who 
was in the country on a visit, where they 
had no liquor. He got up two hours 
before breakfast, and wanted his bitters. 
None to be had ; of course he felt bad. 
" How far was it to a tavern ? " he asked. 
" Four miles." So off this thirsty soul 
started — walked four miles in a pleasant 
frame of mind, arrived at the tavern, 
and found it was a temperance house. 



The Dissipated Father and the 
Dying Child. 

An intelligent gentleman, an alder- 
man in the city of Pittsburg, related the 
following facts : 

" A man of the name of M , noted 

for his ungovernable temper and prone- 
ness to dissipation, employed me as his 
attorney, and I frequently examined the 
dockets for him, and, as a conveyancer, 
made out deeds of property which he 
purchased and sold. He was a good 
paymaster, but exceedingly disagreeable 
in his deportment, often drunk, and 
most profane in his language. He 
called one day, and seemed much sub- 
dued, much altered from his usual de- 
portment. After stating his wants, he 
was about leaving my office. I asked 
what was the matter with him, he seemed 
so changed ; he stopped, hesitated, but 
made no reply. I asked again what 
could have occurred to make such an 
alteration in his whole demeanor. 

" ' Squire,' said he, ' something has 
occurred ; I am indeed an altered man. 
I had a little son, about nine years old ; 



he was as dear to me as the apple of my 
eye, and at times, when I went home 
from my work intoxicated, I abused my 
wife, drove her and the other children 
from the house, broke the furniture, and 
did all in my power to make my family 
as miserable as myself. This little boy, 
when I was at the height of my anger, 
would watch me, and, when I would sit 
down, would steal up to my knee, climb 
up on my lap, pass his little hand 
through my hair, and tame me down 
irresistibly, when my wife and the other 
children would fearlessly come in, know- 
ing from experience that my little son 
had subdued me, and I was in his 
power. Well, squire, my son took sick ; 
it was evident to me he would not re- 
cover. I sat by his bedside ; he was in 
a doze. The tears gushed from my eyes 
as I watched him ; my heart was sad in- 
deed ! He awoke ; he turned his face 
toward me. " Father, you are crying. 
What is the matter ? " "I am afraid, my 
son, I am going to lose you — you are 
going to die." " Well, father, I know I 
am going to die ; but I am not afraid to 
die, for I will go to Jesus." " To Jesus ! 
Why, what do you know about Jesus ? " 
" Why, father, you know mother used to 
send me to the Sunday-school at the 
corner, and the teachers told me all 
about Jesus, and taught me how to 
pray ; and for this reason, father, I was 
never afraid of you when you came 
home drunk and abused poor mother 
and the children ; and I saw that you 
could not injure me. Now, father, I 
am going to die, and would die quite 
happy if you would promise me to do 
two things." " Well, my son, what are 
they? If it is in my power, I will do 
them." " Father, promise me that you 
will drink no more whiskey ; this is the 
cause of all poor mother's distress, and 
if you would not drink, you would be a 
good man, and mother and the children 
would be so happy. Well, father, now 
promiseme that you will pray." "Pray? 
Why, I don't know how to pray ! " " Fa- 
ther, kneel down by my bed, and I will 
teach you how to pray ! " " Squire, I 
knelt down ; he prayed. I followed, re- 
peating his words — my heart was broke. 
He led me I know not where, or how, 
or how long ; but this I know : that light, 
comfort, peace, and joy filled my soul, 
as I rejoiced in a sin-pardoning God. 
My wife came in, the children followed, 
and all fell on their knees around the 
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my head to bless the instrument of my 
conversion he was dead ! His spirit had 
been wafted away with the glad news 
of my repentance to heaven. He was an 
eye-witness to that joy which is among 
the angels of God over a sinner that re- 
penteth. His hands were clasped as in 
prayer, and a sweet smile sealed his 
lips in death.' " 



A Drunkard's Brain. 

The startling doctrines taught in 
" Youman's Basis of Prohibition " are 
fully corroborated by the following 
passage from the Boston Medical your- 
nal : 

" Hyrtl, by far the greatest anatomist 
of the age, used to say that he could dis- 
tinguish in the darkest room, by one 
stroke of the scalpel, the brain of the 
inebriate from that of the person who 
had lived soberly. Now and then he 
would congratulate his class upon the 
possession of a drunkard's brain, admir- 
ably fitted, from its hardness and more 
complete preservation, for the purpose 
of demonstration. When an anatomist 
wishes to preserve a human brain for 
any length of time, he effects his object 
by keeping that organ in a vessel of 
alcohol. From the soft, pulpy substance 
it becomes comparatively hard ; but the 
inebriate, anticipating the anatomist, 
begins the indurating process before 
death — begins it while the brain remains 
in the consecrated temple of the soul, 
while its delicate and gossamer tissues 
throb with the pulses of heaven-born 
life. Strange infatuation, thus to dese- 
crate the godlike ! Terrible enchant- 
ment, that dries up all the fountains of 
generous feeling, petrifies all the tender 
humanities and sweet charities of life, 
leaving only a brain and a heart of 
stone." 



The Distiller and His Son. 

A temperance man in Pennsylvania 
says : " I went to see a distiller, and of- 
fered him the pledge to sign. ' No, 
sir,' said he, ' I manufacture the article, 
and do you suppose I would sign ? I'll 
tell you what I'll do,' said he. ' I have 
a son, and I should be right glad if you 
could get him to sign ; and you may tell 
him if he will there are five hundred 



dollars in the hands of Mr. Taylor, and 
the home farm, and he shall have them 
both if he signs it.' Like many a father, 
he was willing to give anything but the 
influence of example. So off I went in 
search of the son. I told him what his 
father said. ' Well, now,' said he, 'how 
can you expect me to trot, when daddy 
and mammy both paces ? ' I turned 
round, and went right off" after the old 
man. 'Now,' said I, 'what do you say 
to that?' ' Well, sir,' said he, 'I pledge 
you my word I never saw it in that light 
before ; and I will never drink nor 
manufacture another drop as long as I 
live.' And he put his name down upon 
the spot. I took the pledge to the young 
man with his father's name to it, and he 
signed it directly. 



The Dutchman's Inn. 

I called at a public-house at Manhat- 
tanville, N. Y., which was kept by a 
German. My attention was attracted to 
the notice over the bar, which read 
thus: 

" Gott bless your coming in, 
If you have the dimes." 
Another read : 

" Gott bless your going out, 
If you have paid your bill." 
Here was selfishness in the extreme. 
The blessing upon their " coming in " 
or "going out" all depended on their 
" having the dimes " and having " paid 
their bill." The whole liquor-traffic is 
supreme selfishness from beginning to 
end. 



The Drunkard's Dream. 

The Rev. Mr. Tennent, of Freehold, 
N. J., had a neighbor, a carpenter by 
trade, who was an habitual drunkard, 
and spent much time, particularly eve- 
nings and Sabbath-days, in company 
with people of like habits, and never 
went to church or religious meetings. 
This man dreamed one night that he 
had a fit of sickness and died, and, as 
he had always expected, after death he 
went to hell. Hell was not to him what 
he expected to find it, but was a very 
large tavern, with a bar-room full of 
benches, well lighted up, all the 
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each with a hat on his head, and each 
covered with a black cloak reaching to 
his feet. The man went up to the land- 
lord, and said, " I expected to find hell 
full of fire and a place of torment, as it 
was always represented to me while 
living; but I find it very agreeable." 
Upon this, every one of the persons 
stood up, and each one slowly and 
silently opened wide his cloak, and, 
holding it open, displayed his body, a 
solid mass of fire. The man was so 
struck by the sight that he begged the 
landlord to allow him to return to earth 
again, who, after many entreaties, con- 
sented that he should return if he 
would make a solemn promise to re- 
turn there again at the end of a year. 
This the man promised, and awoke. 
The dream filled his mind with great 
horror, and in the morning he went to 
Mr. Tennent and related it. Mr. Ten- 
nent advised him to reform and lead a 
new life ; it seemed a special warning 
which, if he neglected it, would enhance 
his future punishment, etc. The man 
did reform, and for six months avoided 
his old companions. At the expiration 
of that time he was returning from 
work one evening, and was met by sev- 
eral of them near a tavern, and they 
began to ridicule him for becoming re- 
ligious, and dared him to go in and take 
one drink with them. The man felt 
strong in his new resolutions, and said 
he would go in and take one drink 
to show it would not hurt him. He 
took one drink and another till he was 
much intoxicated. From that time he 
returned *o his old habits, and grew 
worse and worse. His family lived in 
the second story of a house to which 
there were stairs on the outside ; and 
one night, on which he had drunk more 
than usual, he made shift to get up- 
stairs and to bed ; but in the morning, 
when he went out of the door to go 
to his work, he was still drunk, and 
pitched off the stairs to the ground, and 
broke his neck. The news was carried 
to Mr. Tennent, who, instantly recol- 
lecting the man's dream, on looking at 
a memorandum he had made when the 
man told him the dream, found it was a 
year that day since the man told it to 
him. 



The Deacon and H13 Neighbor. 

As Deacon A , on a cold morning 

in January, was riding by the house of | 



his neighbor, B , the latter was cnop- 

ping wood at the door. The usual salu- 
tations were exchanged, the severity of 
the weather briefly discussed, and the 
horseman made demonstrations of 
passing on, when the neighbor detained 
him with : 

" Don't be in a hurry, deacon. 
Wouldn't you like a glass of good old 
Jamaica this cold morning?" 

" Thank you kindly," said the old 
gentleman, beginning to dismount with 
all the deliberation becoming a deacon, 
" I don't care if I do." 

"Ah! don't trouble yourself to get 
off, deacon," said the wag ; "/ merely 
asked for information." 



Drunken Physicians. 

Professor Gibbons, of Philadelphia, 
in a public address to the graduates of 
the Philadelphia Medical College, as- 
serted that of all the physicians who 
have received diplomas to practise 
medicine from the various medical 
schools in America during the present 
century, one-half have reeled into the 
drunkard's grave. 



The Drunken Father and his Infant 
Child. 

A drunkard who had run through his 
property, says Dr. Schnebly, returned 
one night to his unfurnished home. He 
entered its empty hall ; anguish was 
gnawing at his heart-strings, and lan- 
guage is inadequate to express his ago- 
ny as he entered his wife's apartment, 
and there beheld the victims of his 
appetite, his lovely wife and darling 
child. Morose and sullen, he seated 
himself without a word ; he could not 
speak, he could not look upon them. 
The mother said to the little angel 
by her side, " Come, my child, it 
is time to go to bed"; and that lit- 
tle babe, as was her wont, knelt by 
her mother's lap, and gazing wistfully 
into the face of her suffering parent, 
like apiece of chiselled statuary, repeat- 
ed her nightly orison ; and when she 
had finished, the child (but four years 
of age) said to her mother, " Dear ma, 
may I not offer up one more prayer?" 
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lifted up her tiny hands, closed her 
eyes, and prayed, "O God! spare, oh! 
spare my dear papa ! " That prayer 
was wafted with electric rapidity to the 
throne of God. It was heard on high — 
'twas heard on earth. The responsive 
" Amen " burst from that father's lips, 
and his heart of stone became a heart 
of flesh. Wife and child were both 
clasped to his bosom, and in penitence 
he said, "My child, you have saved 
your father from the grave of a drunk- 
ard. I II sign the pledge ! " 



Drinking Alone. 

The author of the " Parson's Daugh- 
ter," when surprised one evening in his 
arm-chair, two or three hours after din- 
ner, is reported to have apologized by 



saym< 



When one is alone the bottle 



does come round so often. 



Death and the Grave. 

11 1 am hungry," said the Grave; " give 
me some food." 

" I will send forth a minister of de- 
struction," replied Death, " and you 
shall be satisfied." 

"And what minister will you send 
forth ? " 

" I will send forth Intemperance, and 
he shall carry alcohol for a weapon." 

" It is well," said the Grave ; " but 
how know you the people will fall into 
the snare ? " 

" I will demand the assistance of the 
tempter," replied Death, " and he shall 
disguise the snare under various se- 
ducing forms, such as food and medi- 
cine, and pleasure, and hospitality, and 
benevolence. The people will then 
drink and die." 

" I am content," said the Grave ; " so 
I perceive that your scheme is skilful 
and will succeed." 

The church bells began to toll, and 
the mourners to walk through the 
streets, and the sexton to ply his mat- 
tock and his spade ; for the minister of 
destruction had gone forth, and once 
more Death and the Grave met together 
to exult over the success of their 
schemes. 

" And who is this thev are bringing? " 
asked the Grave. 



"This is an old man who fancied 
that wine was necessary to recruit his 
wasted strength. He began with but 
a little at first, but gradually increased 
the quantity, and finally drank to excess 
and died." 

" And who is this ? " 
" This is a young man who was fond 
of company, and thought liquor was 
necessary to convivial meetings. He 
contracted the habit of drinking, and is 
now a corpse." 

M And whom are they now bringing, 
followed by a train of weeping chil- 
dren?" 

" This is a broken-hearted woman 
whose husband became a confirmed 
drunkard, and who left her children to 
pine in want while he spent his time 
and money in the tavern. And now 
they are bringing the corpse of the hus- 
band himself, who has lost his life in a 
drunken brawl." 

"Hush," said the Grave, "I hear a 
loud wail and the sobs of grief that 
will not be silenced. What is the 
meaning of this?" 

" Ah ! " said Death, " they are bring- 
ing the body of a little infant, whose 
drunken father, aiming the blow at his 
wife, destroyed it at the breast ; and the 
mother, like Rachel, ' refuseth to be 
comforted because her child is not.' " 
" And these ? " 

" These are the bodies of a murderer 
and his victim ; they were once bosom 
friends, but wine snapped the bonds of 
friendship. They quarrelled over their 
cups, and one having died by the hand 
of his companion, the other suffered the 
felon's death. But here is the crowning 
incident of our scheme. Behold the 
corpse of a suicide ! This man drank 
until his property was dissipated and 
his mind deranged ; and so, in his dis- 
traction, he laid violent hands upon his 
own life." 

Long did these dark associates thus 
converse, and loud was the cry that 
ascended to heaven from injured pa- 
rents and children and brethren and 
friends, until at last Mercy was sent 
down to see what could be done to 
check the mischief. And Mercy instant- 
ly sent her healing minister, and she 
called it Total Abstinence ; " for," said 
she, " they cannot touch the evil with- 
out contamination ; like the poison of 
the upas-tree, its very smell is deadly, 
and no one is safe that comes within 
the reach of its influence." 



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The church bells were but seldom 
heard, and but few mourners were seen 
in the streets. The wailings of the wi- 
dow and the orphan were succeeded by 
hymns of praise and thanksgiving ; for 
Death and the Grave were despoiled of 
all their prey. 



The Drunkard and his Uying Daugh- 
ter. 

" Why don't you ask pa to be still 
while I'm dying?" 

Ellen was a lovely girl of fourteen, 
the oldest and the favorite of a once 
happy family. When the school hours 
were over, she would hasten home, and 
sit with her needlework by her mother, 
or tend her little brother, yet in his 
cradle, or do whatever else was required 
of her, so kindly, so uncomplainingly, 
that her presence in the family was like 
an angel visit. When she went about 
the house in her pleasant and quiet 
manner, her mother's brow of care would 
often be lighted up with hope and joy. 
She would sometimes sit and fondly 
gaze upon her daughter, after having 
listened to the sweet tones of her voice 
while she narrated some little occur- 
rence, some passing event ; and as she 
looked upon her in the loveliness of 
her young and unembittered existence, 
she felt all the affection of a maternal 
heart. And yet her eye grew dim with 
the rising tear, as she thought of the 
future ; as she more than anticipated 
the woes which might, in coming years, 
be the portion of her beloved child. 
But only a short time from the period 
of which I am now speaking a change 
came over the spirit of the mother, for 
a change had passed upon the lovely 
daughter. Ellen became pensive and 
languid ; her eye was sunken ; her cheek 
was pale ; her form was emaciated ; and 
she lay languishing upon her couch, 
over which her mother watched, by 
night and by day, till the evening to 
which I refer. 

It was the hour of twilight. The 
streets were getting still. All was 

hushed around the dwelling of , 

where lay the wasted form of Ellen. 
She had been raised up in her bed, that 
she might see the sun go down in the 
west. She watched his rays, as they 
lingered upon the distant hills, till she 
grew tired with looking. She had just 
been placed in a more reposing pos- 



ture when the very room where she lay 
became the scene of strange confusion. 
From the hoarse throat of the drunkard 
was poured forth a volley of oaths and 
horrid imprecations. The room was 
filled with the stench of his sepulchral 
breath. The care-worn and heart- 
broken wife was rudely driven from 
the bedside of the dying Ellen. The 
younger children were huddled to- 
gether in one corner of the room, pale 
with fear, and their eyes red with weep- 
ing. The senseless babbling and noisy 
violence of the drunkard still con- 
tinued. The breath of Ellen grew 
fainter and shorter. She raised her 
little skeleton hand, and beckoned her 
mother, who stood weeping the other 
side of the room, to come to her. She 
came. The poor child had only 
strength to say, " Why don't you ask 
pa to be still while I'm dying ? " These 
were the last words of Ellen ; but they 
were in vain. With the last sigh of 
her gentle spirit there went up to hea- 
ven also the inhuman ravings of the 
drunken father ! This story is not a 
fiction, not a matter of imagining, but 
of real occurrence. 

Had the owner of the grog-shop in 
that neighborhood the spirit of a man 
or of a demon within him ? For a little 
filthy lucre he could fabricate such 
misery and deal out such death all 
around him. 



A Drunkard's Home. 

The following melancholy picture of 
a drunkard's home is copied from the 
Buffalo Spectator. The writer says it 
may be relied on as a fact. 

"Intemperance rifles 'sweet home* 
of its pleasant joys. A few weeks ago 
I addressed the people in Simsbury, 
Conn., on intemperance. Sabbath af- 
ternoon I visited a drunkard's home. 
There was but a single room in the 
house, and that looked as if it had not 
for a long time known the operation of 
cleansing. It was covered with dirt. 
Sticks, crumbs of bread, and walnut- 
shells were scattered over the floor. On 
a chest sat Jeremiah Hamerson, the fa- 
ther. He was no common drunkard. 
For fifteen years he could justly be 
styled the ' King of Drunkards.' He had 
from day to day drunk himself drunk, in 
spite of everything. He was a mech?- 



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nic. He had been a man of strong 
mind and extensive reading and intelli- 
gence, and was said to have a remarka- 
bly tenacious memory. 

" Intemperance had, during fifteen 
successive years, sunk him lower and 
lower. Some of the bitter fruits of his 
transgressions were blasphemy, infideli- 
ty, abuse of his wife, poverty, disease, 
and debt. Hamerson sat on the chest, 
resting his elbow on a table, on which 
were a few dishes, broken and dirty. 
Two of his children stood near. 

" Some men from the house of God 
soon swept and cleansed the room, and 
removed the pieces of furniture and bed 
out of doors. This was hardly done 
before a sleigh came slowly to the door, 
bringing the ghastly and stiffened 
corpse of Hamerson's wife, wnich had 
been found in the neighboring woods. 
Hamerson had often savagely beaten 
this miserable woman. Her cries, some- 
times, on Sabbath morning, were heard 
at the distance of half a mile. At last 
her spirits sank ; it seemed as if the 
grave was the only outlet for her accu- 
mulated sorrows. A few days before 
this Hamerson had beat her severely ; 
in despair, she fled into the woods and 
perished alone in the darkness and 
storm and midnight. This was a 
drunkard's home. Would that every 
female about to unite her interest with | 
that of one who tastes the intoxicating 
cup could look upon this home ! Veri- 
ly, she would ' receive instruction.' " 



The Drunken Mocker's End. 

John Nisbet, a lawyer of Glasgow, 
was a mocker of piety and a drunkard. 
In 1681, when the Rev. Donald Cargill 
was called to suffer martyrdom for his 
Master's cause, he was most cruelly in- 
sulted by Nisbet. Mr. Cargill was an 
aged man, venerable in his appearance, 
his hail white as snow, and had long 
been loved and revered by all good men 
as the eloquent minister of the High 
Church of Glasgow. As he stood in 
chains, " ready to be offered," Nisbet 
said to him, " Mr. Donald, will you 
give us one word more?" alluding, in 
mockery, to a familiar phrase which 
this eminent servant of Christ frequent- 
ly used when concluding his discourses. 
The martyr turned on him his eyes in 
t.ars of sorro.v and regret, and said, in 



a deep and solemn tone, Mock not, 
lest your bands be made strong!" 
Then, after a solemn pause, he added 
" That day is coming when you shall not 
have one word to say, though you 
would ! " A few days after this he fell 
suddenly ill, and for three days his 
tongue swelled, and though he seemed 
very earnest to speak, yet he could not 
command one word, and he died in 
great torment and seeming terror. 
Wodrow, the faithful historian who 
gives the above facts, has added these 
words : " Some yet alive know the truth 
of this passage." 



The Drunkard and the Robber. 

A man went home drunk a few eve- 
nings since, as he was in the habit of do- 
ing, and retired to his room ; presently 
the cry of murder, robbers, and the dis- 
charge of a pistol was heard by the board- 
ers to proceed from his apartment, and 
on hastening in to learn the cause, they 
found him leaning against the bed, much 
agitated, crying, " I have killed him ! " 
and on looking they saw a fifty-dollar 
looking-glass all broken to pieces. He 
had seen his own face and shot at it, 
supposing it to be a robber. 



Different Forms. 

An old lady said her husband was 
very fond of peaches, and that was his 
only fault. 

" Fault, madam," said one, " how can 
3^ou call that a fault ?" 

" Why, because there are different 
ways of eating them. My husband takes 
them in the form of brandy." 



The Drunkard's Will. 

I leave to society a ruined character, 
wretched example, and memory that 
will soon rot. 

I leave to my parents during the rest 
of their lives as much sorrow as human- 
ity, in a feeble and decrepit state, can 
sustain. 

I leave to my brothers and sisters as 
much mortification and injury as I could 
well bring on them. 

I leave to my wife a broken heart, a 



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life of wretchedness, a shame to weep 
over my premature death. 

I give and bequeath to each of my 
children poverty, ignorance, a low char- 
acter, and the remembrance that their 
father was a monster. 



A Drunkard's Testimony. 

" Tell me," said a benevolent visitor 
to a poor drunkard, when urging him 
to abandon the intoxicating cup, " where 
was it that you took your first steps in 
this intemperate course ? " " At my fa- 
ther's table" replied the unhappy man. 
" Before I left home to become an ap- 
prentice, I had acquired a love for the 
drink that has ruined me. The first drop 
I ever tasted was handed me by my now 
poor heart-broken mother ! " 



"Drank up his Family Bible." 

There lived lately in the city of An- 
napolis a man named Stephen Rum- 
mels. He had been a drunkard for 
four years, during which period he 
never went to bed sober when he could 
get anything to drink ; nor did he ever 
go to a place of worship, though prior to 
his taking to drink he was a professor 
of religion. His family frequently suf- 
fered for the necessaries of life. " Often," 
said he, " on my return home at night, I 
have met my wife crying at the door." 
For some years he has been a reformed 
man. Prior to his reformation he was 
a mere wreck. His limbs were swol- 
len, his hands were so tremulous that he 
could hardly hold a glass of water, and 
his mental powers were also consider- 
ably weakened. " Now," said he, " I 
feel well, I can eat hearty, sleep sound- 
ly, am ten years younger, have money 
to go to market with, and am never 
without a dollar in my pocket." Dur- 
ing his drunken career one thing went 
after another, and finally he " drank up 
his family Bible, which had cost him 
ten dollars," but since his reform he has 
bought back that precious book, which 
he had sold for naught, and from the 
savings of temperance has been en- 
abled to give ten dollars to a new brick 
church now building for the colored 
people of Annapolis. In addition to 
which, he has taught a colored Sabbath- 



school and collected for the above 
church $46 91. 

" Five years ago," said he, " I was a 
degraded drunkard, and deserved to be 
sent to hell ; now I am a member of a 
Christian church, and, what is more, I 
have obtained a good report of all that 
know me. I believe I have the confi- 
dence of the whole town, gentlemen and 
ladies, drunkards and blackguards." 
Since his reformation he has acted on 
the principle of " total abstinence," 
which he considers the only safe ground 
for any man who has been intemperate. 
" I have not even so much as taken a 
glass of small beer," said he, " though I 
do not know that that would intoxicate 
me." 

" When you made up your mind to 
quit drinking, did you stop suddenly?" 

11 1 was advised to taper off, but I de- 
termined to stop at once, if it cost me 
my life." 

" Did you experience any inconve- 
nience from such a course?" 

" Not at all ; my mental powers be- 
gan to strengthen immediately, and my 
health to improve. If I had attempted 
to taper off, I fear I should have tapered 
on more deeply than ever, and, from the 
shattered condition of my health, I be- 
lieve I should not have stood it six 
months longer." 

" How was your appetite before you 
quit?" 

" Very poor. I had to drink four or 
five glasses before I could get anything 
to stay on my stomach." 

" How were your spirits?" 

" Dreadful bad — I was as miserable 
as any man could be to be out of hell." 

" Did you feel as if you were degrad- 
ed and an outcast in society ? " 

" Yes, I felt all that degradation, woe, 
and misery which, as true as his sha- 
dow in the mid-day sun, are the con- 
stant attendants of the drunkard. I 
doubted whether I should ever regain 
the confidence which I had forfeited ; 
for four months after I quit drinking I 
had not the heart to go to a place of 
worship. I did not feel worthy to ap- 
pear among decent people, but was like 
the poor publican who stood afar off, 
and smote upon his breast, and said, 
God be merciful to me a sinner." 

" Have you had any temptation to re- 
turn to your former habits ? " 

" None at all since I came to the 
determination contained in those two 
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will save every poor drunkard in the 
land. I will risk my life on it, if they 
will try it." And with increased anima- 
tion he exclaimed, " I consider the tem- 
perance cause second only to the Bible 
itself. I rejoice in its success. Stop its 
operations, and in vain may the minis- 
ters of the Gospel preach ; as long as 
the practice of moderate drinking pre- 
vails, drunkenness will abound in the 
land. I have often said to the moderate 
drinker, ' Your example does more 
harm than that of the drunkard himself.' 
Thanks be to God, who hath given me 
the victory through our Lord Jesus 
Christ ! " 

The above particulars I obtained in a 
conversation with S. Rummels himself, 
in my late visit to Annapolis. He is a 
living example of the influence of tem- 
perance principles and the power of 
divine grace to bring the " dead to life 
and save that which was lost." Let us 
not, then, give up as beyond hope the 
poor drunkards of the land, but in 
the spirit of philanthropy and Christian 
kindness urge them to try the principle 
of total abstinence, which will save them 
as certainly as it did the man who drank 
up his family Bible, but afterward re- 
deemed it again. 



Drunken Sam Farmer. 

A writer in the Tribzme tells the sto- 
ry of Sam Farmer, as illustrative of the 
practical operation of one feature of the 
Connecticut law. We can quote only 
the conclusion, condensing the rest into 
a single paragraph, thus : 

Sam Farmer was very intemperate ; 
as a consequence, himself and his fami- 
ly were very poor and miserable. When 
the 1st of last August came, bringing 
with it the enforcement of the new law 
against drunkard-making, Sam, with 
jug in hand, visited the Empire State — 
which has had the distinguished honor 
for the past five months of being the 
general grog-shop for Connecticut tip- 
plers — to get his usual supply of rum. 
Returning drunk, he was arrested, and, 
unable to pay his fine of twenty dollars, 
was sent to jail for three months. That 
long period of enforced abstinence 
gave him some new ideas of himself 
and of the virtues of sobriety ; and here 
follows ihefata/e of the story : 

" When we knew Sam Farmer, he 



was a rum-bloat — dirty, ragged, fetid, 
silly. When we met him, we met a 
very respectable, clean-looking, well- 
dressed, sensible working-man. 

" ' How d'ye do ? ' said such a looking 
individual to us. ' I am glad to see 
you. I want to thank you from the bot- 
tom of my heart for all you have said 
and wrote and printed in favor of the 
Maine Law.' 

" Sam saw that we did not recognize 
him. He understood his new charac- 
ter ; we did not. In reply we said : 

'"Who is it?' 

" We said it kindly, as though we 
thought there was something of huma- 
nity in the form before us. It was not 
the despised form of a rum-soaked 
beast only half-human. 

" The words went down into his heart, 
and the tears rolled down his cheeks as 
he answered : 

" ' I don't wonder you don't know 
me. I hardly know myself. I am not 
the same creature as I was before they 
shut me up to get sober. Why, God 
bless you, sir, I am — that is, I am what 
was — drunken Sam Farmer !' " 



The Drunken Sailor's Defence- 

A sailor was examined on a com- 
plaint for stealing a number of yards of 
broadcloth from the door of Isaac Os- 
good's store, in Dock Square, Boston. 
When he had slept himself into sobriety, 
he was taken to the police-office, where 
his only defence was that "he'd scorn 
to do it, only for the rum" 



One Thousand Dollars Reward, 

11 Ran away from the subscriber, with- 
in a few years, his whole estate, consist- 
ing of houses, land, etc. They gradual- 
ly and almost imperceptibly stole away, 
after being put in motion by the magic 
art of one Intemperance, who lived in 
the family. Any person who will put 
me in possession of said estate shall be 
entitled to the above reward. 

11 Toper. 

" N.B. — All persons are cautioned to 
beware of said Intemperance, as I am 
told he has established a large number 
of places of rendezvous in the city, 



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where numbers of the incautious are 
daily seduced." 

The above advertisement we cut 
from the American Mercury , printed at 
Hartford in the year 1776. The same 
scoundrel who committed the depreda- 
tion complained of is still at large, but 
in a fair way to be brought to justice. 
The Sons of Temperance posse are in 
pursuit of tlfe culprit, and if we get 
him completely in our power, as we 
hope to ere long, he will be drowned in 
cold water. 



Decently Drunk. 

A man was in conversation with 
another about his neighbor. " Does he 
get drunk ? " asked the friend. " Drunk ? 
Yes, indeed," was the reply. " I get 
drunk myself ; but then I always do it 
decently. You never catch me stagger- 
ing home late at night. But the brute 
reels into his house in open day." 
There are many men who practise this 
doctrine. You don't see them stagger- 
ing through the streets by daylight, 
though they are frequently decently 
drunk at night. 



The Duchess and Mr. Pope. 

In Queen Anne's time drunkenness 
was rather popular than otherwise. In 
the manuscripts <f the British Museum 
there is a letter from the private secre- 
tary of the celebrated Duchess of Marl- 
borough, addressed to Mr. Pope, which 
began thus : " Sir : My lady, the Duch- 
ess, being drunk, was unable to see you 
yesterday." Temperance societies were 
unknown in those days. 



The Dying Drunkard's Accusation. 

A respectable gentleman at Edin- 
burgh related a most affecting fact, 
which we will briefly repeat. A reli- 
gious lady at Edinburgh was sent to 
visit a woman who was dying in conse- 
quence of disease brought on by intem- 
perance. The woman had formerly 
been in the habit of washing in the 
lady's family, and when she came to the 
dying woman she remonstrated with 
her on the folly and wickedness of her 



conduct in giving way to so dreadful a 
sin as that of intemperance. The dying 
woman said, " You have been the author 
of my intemperance." " What did you 
say?" with pious horror exclaimed the 
lady. " I the author of your intempe- 
rance ! " " Yes, ma'am ; I never drank 
whiskey till I came to wash in your 
family. You gave me some, and told 
me it would do me good. I felt invigo- 
rated, and you gave it me again. When 
I was at other houses not so hospitable 
as yours, I purchased a little, and by- 
and-by I found my way to the spirit- 
shop, and thought it was necessary to 
carry me through my hard work, and 
little by little I became what you now 
see me." Conceive what this lady felt. 



The Devil's Triangle. 

In a beautiful village in Columbia 
County, in the centre, were three places 
where they sold liquor and many drunk- 
ards were made. There were three cor- 
ners ; on one a tavern, on another a 
tavern, on the third a grocery where the 
Christian professor sold rum. A minis- 
terial brother came to assist me. When 
we arose in the morning, he looked out 
and beheld the two taverns and the rum 
grocery. He enquired of me : " What ! 
have we got into the devil's triangle ? " 



Drinketite. 

A benevolent woman had visited a 
poor man whom intemperance had 
ruined, and he was rapidly wasting 
away with consumption. She had car- 
ried him chicken-broth and other deli- 
cacies. She met his little boy one day, 
and enquired of him : " How is your 
father?" The little fellow lisped and 
said: " He's no better." Desiring to 
send him something to eat, she en- 
quired: "How is his appetite?" He 
answered : " I don't know how his ap- 
petite is, but his drinketite is very good." 



Danger of Evil Associates 

A few years ago a young man in the 
neighborhood of Bristol (Eng.), who 
had lived an irreligious life, beirur dan- 



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gerously ill, was visited by a Methodist 
preacher, who faithfully labored for his 
conversion to God. The young man 
professed to experience a change of 
heart. At length he recovered from his 
illness, and with returning health be- 
came a regular attendant at a place of 
worship, and for a time gave satisfac- 
tory evidence of being a genuine Chris- 
tian ; but he had not been well long 
before he formed an acquaintance with 
some wicked young men, who tried to 
induce him to forsake his religious com- 
panions and the public worship of God. 
At first he was unyielding ; but as he 
did not wholly abandon their society, 
they continued to ply their artful entice- 
ments to allure him from the path of 
virtue. Nor were they unsuccessful. 
From the corrupting influence of their 
example he soon lost his relish for pri- 
vate prayer and the reading of God's 
Word. He next absented himself from 
the week evening meetings, and then 
from the house of God on the Sabbath. 
Soon he went to the dram-shop, and 
drank to excess. In this course he 
•went on only a few weeks, when 
such had become the desperate state of 
his heart that, being with his drinking 
companions, he took up his glass and 
cried out, " Here's damnation to the 
Methodist preacher who visited me ! " 
Soon after this he started for Ireland ; 
the ship in which he went was wrecked, 
and he was dashed to pieces on the 
rocks 



The Drunkard a.id His Little Child. 

The Rev. Newman Hall related the 
following touching story of the influ- 
ence of a child : 

"A gentleman lecturing in the neigh- 
borhood of London said, ' Everybody 
has influence, even that little child,' 
pointing to a litle girl in her father's 
arms. ' That's true,' cried the man. At 
the close he said to the lecturer, ■ I beg 
pardon,.sir, but I could not help speak- 
ing. I was a drunkard ; but, as I did 
not like to go to the public-house alone, 
I used to carry this child. As I ap- 
proached the public-house one night, 
hearing a great noise inside, she said, 
"Don't go, father." " Hold your, 
tongue, child ! " " Please, father, 
don't go." " Hold your tongue, I j 
say." Presently I felt a big tear fall | 
on my cheek. I could not go a step j 



further, sir. I turned round and went 
home, and have never been in a public- 
house since — thank God for it ! I am 
now a happy man, sir, and this little 
girl has done it all ; and when you said 
that even she had influence, I could not 
help saying, " That's true, sir." ' All 
have influence." 



"The Devil's Blood," 

The Rev. Mr. Heckwelder relates the 
following fact of the influence of rum 
upon an Indian : 

"An Indian who had been born and 
brought up at Minisink, near the Dela- 
ware Water Gap, told me, nearly fifty 
years ago, that he had once, under the 
influence of strong liquor, killed the 
best Indian friend he had, fancying him 
to be his avowed enemy. 

" He said that the deception was com- 
plete, and that, while intoxicated, the 
face of his friend presented to his eyes 
all the features of the man with whom 
he was in a state of hostility. 

11 It is impossible to express the hor- 
ror with which he was struck when he 
awoke from that delusion. He was so 
shocked that he resolved never more to 
taste the maddening poison, of which 
he was convinced the devil was the in- 
ventor ; for it could only be the evil spi- 
rit who made him see his enemy when 
his friend was before him, and produced 
so strong a delusion upon his bewil- 
dered senses. 

" From that time until his death, 
which happened thirty years afterward, 
he never drank a drop of ardent spi- 
rits, which he always called ' the devil's 
blood,' and was firmly persuaded that 
the devil or some of the infernal spirits 
had a hand in preparing it." 



The Drunkard and His Daughter 
Millie. 

Some one writes the following : 
" One night I was out late. 1 re- 
turned by Lee cabin .about eleven 
o'clock. As I approached I saw a 
strange-looking object cowering under 
the low eaves. A cold rain was falling ; 
it was autumn. I drew near, and there 
was Millie, wet to the skin. Her father 
had driven her out some hours before ; 



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she had lain to listen to the heavy snore 
of his drunken slumbers, so that she 
might creep back to her bed. I tried to 
take her home with me ; but no, true as 
a martyr to his faith, she struggled from 
me, and returned to the now dark and 
silent cabin. Things went on for weeks 
and months, but at length Lee grew 
less violent, even in his drunken fits, to 
his self-denying child ; and one day, 
when he awoke from a slumber after a 
debauch, and found her preparing 
breakfast for him and singing a childish 
song, he turned to her, and, with a tone 
almost tender, said : ' Millie, what 
makes you stay with me ? ' ' Because 
you are my father, and I love you.' 
1 You love me ? ' repeated the wretched 
man, l you love me ? ' He looked at his 
bloated limbs, his soiled and ragged 
clothes. ' Lov^e me ! ' he still murmured. 
' Millie, what makes you love me? I 
am a poor drunkard. Everybody else 
despises me; why don't you?' 'Dear 
father/ said the girl with swimming 
eyes, ' my mother taught me to love 
you ; and every night she comes from 
heaven and stands by my little bed and 
says, " Millie, don't leave your father ; 
he will get away from that rum fiend 
one of these days, and then how happy 
you will be.""' 



The Devil under the Bed. 

Several years since, while journeying 
in the State of New York, I had an in- 
teresting conversation with a friend on 
the subject of temperance which made 
an indelible impression on my mind. 
Among other things, he related the fol- 
lowing circumstance : " In this village," 
said he, "a short distance from my 
house, lives a man and his wife, both of 
whom, four or five years since, were 
drunkards, but now they are sober and 
industrious — are valuable members of 
society. The history of their moral de- 
formation and reformation is as follows : 
Some ten years since they were married. 
They were from respectable families, 
their property considerable, and them- 
selves much thought of in the village. 
When they were married, they made a 
splendid wedding, and all were talking 
of the happy couple and of their flat- 
tering prospects. After the marriage 
evening was passed, and they cleverly 
located in a fine house and pleasant 



place, in the full tide of prosperity, 
much company came. Friends often 
called to congratulate them and take a 
glass of 'good cheer.' With their 
friends they drank and drank again, 
till they became exceedingly fond of the 
liquid poison. It was not a year from 
the time the nuptial knot was tied be- 
fore one would enquire of another and 
another if there was not something sin- 
gular at times in the appearance and 
conduct of this late happy pair — some- 
thing that indicated a degree of intoxi- 
cation ? Soon after such enquiries it 
was whispered around that he had neg- 
lected his business for some time, and 
that she made a poor housewife, and 
that their property would soon be gone. 
At length the fact came fully out that 
they were drunkards. They were often 
seen intoxicated. Many wondered at 
the great and sudden change, and la- 
mented their ruin. Poverty came on 
apace. Friends expostulated in vain. 
They seemed to care for nothing but 
the intoxicating glass ; and they, who 
had been much loved, began to be 
shunned by all respectable persons. 
They at length became so fond of spi- 
rits as to drink it several times in the 
night after they had retired to rest ; and 
the better to accommodate themselves, 
they placed a keg of liquor under the 
bed, out of which they could easily 
draw to satisfy the cravings of appetite. 
One night, as the husband awoke from 
his slumbers, and thought of the tum- 
bler and the keg, other thoughts rushed 
in and troubled him. He reflected upon 
what he once was — the pride of a fami- 
ly respected and honored by all. He 
reflected also upon the poverty and dis- 
grace he had brought upon himself, 
upon the wretched condition of himself 
and companion. They had fallen from 
a high elevation. His heart ached ; it 
was too painful to be endured alone. 
He waked up his wife, and, with a voice 

of alarm, said, ' Dear S , the devil is 

under the bed ! ' She, somewhat fright- 
ened, demanded an explanation. He 
then told her of the thoughts which had 
been passing through his mind, and 
spoke of the awful influence which the 
'critter' was exerting on them, over 
which they had been sleeping. They 
talked and wept, and talked again, and 
came fully to the conclusion that evil 
spirits had been haunting their house 
ever since they were married ; that one 
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it was not safe to have him there any- 
longer, or to harbor any of his kindred 
associates in their habitation. They 
therefore concluded to eject them all. 
The husband then sprang up, seized 
first the enemy nearest at hand, stepped 
to the door, and dashed him headlong. 
The wife in the meantime sought a light ; 
the house was thoroughly searched and 
entirely exorcised. And since that 
hour," continued my informant, some- 
what animated, " they have drunk no 
spirit at all, and are doing well, are re- 
spected, beloved, industrious, and pru- 
dent, fast acquiring property ; ves, they 
are doing well." 



Dissipation and Procrastination. 

It is recorded of Archias, a Grecian 
magistrate, that, being unpopular in his 
government, he so far excited the hatred 
of many of the people that they con- 
spired against his life. The day arrived 
when a fatal plot was to be executed. 
Archias was more than half dissolved 
in wine and pleasure when a messenger 
from Athens arrived in great haste with 
a packet which contained (as afterward 
appeared) a circumstantial account of 
the whole conspiracy. The messenger, 
being admitted into the presence of the 
prince, said : " My lord, the person who 
writes to you these letters conjures you 
to read them immediately, as they con- 
tnin serious affairs." Ar:hias replied, 
laughing, " Serious affairs to-morrow!" 
and so continued his revel. On that 
same night, in the midst of his mirth, 
the assailants rushed into the palace, 
and the morrow found Archias a mur- 
dered man, thus leaving to the world 
another striking example of the evil of 
dissipation and the danger of procras- 
tination. 



Declining to take Wine at Her Ma- 
jesty's Table. 

In the Church and State Gazette it is 
stated that a British peer, when dining 
with the queen, was challenged by a 
royal duchess to take wine with her. 
His lordship politely thanked her 
grace, but declined the compliment, 
stating that he never took wine. The 
duchess immediately turned to the 



queen, and jocularly said, "Please 

your Majesty, here is Lord , who 

declines to take wine at your Majesty's 
table." Every eye was turned to the 
queen, and not a little curiosity was 
evinced as to the manner in which the 
total abstainer would be dealt with by 
royalty. With a smiling and graceful 
expression, her Majesty replied, " There 
is no compulsion at my table." 



The Doctor Outwitted. 

Mr. Walter Ludbrook, of Little Moor- 
fields, London, was attacked by small- 
pox, by which he was soon made blind, 
light-headed, and in high fever. The 
disease, however, took a favorable turn, 
when the medical man asked him one 
day, supposing he were going to take 
wine, which he would prefer, sherry or 
port. To which the reply was : " I 
don't know the taste of either. I have 
been a teetotaler since I was a boy, 
now nearly twelve vears, and I hope 
you won't wish me to take wine." Not- 
withstanding this answer, the doctor 
ordered the wine, and it was procured, 
but the patient refused to take it. The 
doctor was told on a subsequent visit 
that if spirits of wine was requisite it 
might be sent. " Yes," said the medi- 
cal man, " but I think there is a vinous 
principle in wine which gives a right 
tone to the stomach. I know very well 
these drinks have not the strength in 
them they are generally supposed to 
have." After this, improvement rapidly 
followed without wine, and within a 
month from the seizure medicine was 
totally dispensed with, the doctor, on 
his last visit, aware of the continued 
abstinence of his patient, saying, "I 
must confess you have gained the vic- 
tory and shall wear the laurel." 



The Death-Grapple. 

Rev. James Caughey, in his " Metho- 
dism in Earnest," relates the follow- 
ing : 

"Two of her Britannic Majesty's sol- 
diers went on board a vessel on busi- 
ness. One of them took with him a 
bottle of liquor. They got drunk, 
quarrelled, and, seizing each other i-i 
mortal conflict, carried their vengeance 



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even unto the death. A gentleman 
came on deck just as they went over- 
board. They continued their murder- 
ous grapple in the water till they went 
down to rise no more alive. But the 
matter did not end here. The man who 
let that soldier have the liquor had a 
little harbor near his house where he 
kept a small boat. One morning a few 
weeks after the event, on going down to 
his boat, lo ! the victim of his rum, the 
corpse of that unfortunate soldier, lay 
beside his boat. It had floated seven 
miles from where the catastrophe hap- 
pened. A physician told me the effects 
upon the man were awful. 



Didn't Like the Medicine. 

A Washingtonian who had been a 
hard drinker previous to his signing the 
pledge was taken very sick, and for a 
long time was unable to speak. His 
friends, wishing to stimulate him, of- 
fered him some liquor. He could not 
speak, but shook his head, and con- 
tinued to do so as often as it was offered 
him. When he recovered, he requested 
his friends not to offer him liquor, un- 
less they wanted to hurt his feelings. 
" Especially," said he, " when I am sick 
don't give it to me. It nearly killed me 
when I was well." 



The Drunkard and His Dog. 

A man returning home at night when 
beastly drunk was attacked by his own 
house-dog. The dog had observed 
such a change in his master's voice and 
appearance that he probably took him 
for a hog or a thief. — Dr. Tivltet. 



The Drunken Sailor, the Mate, and 
the Lady. 

" A few years ago," says Fanny Gar- 
land, " during the month of August, 
my health being poor, my husband pro- 
posed that we should have a short ex- 
cursion on the water for our mutual 
benefit. At that time, fortunately, one 
of his friends was here in Boston, cap- 
lain of a larpfe bark, bound for St. Ste- 



phen's to load, preparatory to a Euro- 
pean voyage. 

" The next day, after learning this 
fact, we took the boat and came to Bos- 
[ ton in season to engage a passage in the 
| bark America for the Provinces. The 
bark was towed down the harbor by a 
tug-boat ; and it was about six o'clock 
when the tug left us. A light breeze 
was just springing up, and every rag 
of sail was shaken out that could be 
made useful, bringing into activity every 
sailor on board. 

11 But the mate missed one stout, 
brawny form that had been shipped 
that day, and heard some cursing and 
saw some lowering looks on the face 
of three more of the newly-shipped 
crew. 

" The mate looked around anxiously, 
and found the missing man half drunk 
in his berth. He commanded him to 
return to his duty ; there must be no 
shirking where he was. The drunken 
man refused to do so. 

" ' I will make you, then,' said the 
angry mate. 

" ' You go to h — 1 !' said the drunken 
sailor. ' I'd like to see the man who'll 
make me return to my duty !' 

"The enraged mate took hold of his 
collar, and the next moment he was 
sprawling on the deck. But only a 
moment he lay there ere he was on his 
feet, and, taking a pistol from his pocket, 
said he would shoot the first man that 
attempted to touch him. 

" But our mate had never seen that 
man whom he feared ; and the next 
moment the snilor was again sprawling 
on the deck. The tiger-like gripe of the 
mate kept hold of him, until the cap- 
tain brought handcuffs and put them 
on and took possession of his pistol. 
| Then they led him to the hatchway, 
I and he sat down on a chair for a few 
moments while the captain and mate 
were discussing the proper place to 
keep him through the night. 

11 While the sailor thus sat, there were 
so many different emotions expressed 
on his countenance that I ventured near 
enough to speak to him. First, I asked 
if he had a wife and children ; and, oh ! 
what anguish and remorse were ex- 
pressed on that noble-looking counte- 
nance — for it was a noble-looking face, 
spite of all the sensual look about the 
mouth. 

11 ' Yes,' said he, ' I have a wife and 
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" ' Oh !' said I, " what would her feel- 
ings be if she knew how you had con- 
ducted yourself to-day?' 

" ' Oh ! dear,' he groaned aloud, and 
the tears began to roll down his cheeks ; 
1 'twas rum that did it ; 'twas not in me 
to act like that. I'm never quarrelsome, 
only when I've been drinking.' 

" ' Then,' said I, ' why will you not 
leave it off? How very happy it would 
make your wife if you were never to 
drink any more ! Besides, would you 
be willing for your children to follow 
your example?' 

" Again and again he groaned, appa- 
rently regardless that there might be 
other listeners. 

" ' Promise me,' said I, ' that you will 
sign the pledge when you get home 
never to drink any more intoxicating 
drinks.' 

" ' Lady, I never was talked to like 
this before ; if I had been, I think I 
should have left it off before. And I 
promise you, on my word and honor, 
that I will never again taste nor touch 
anything that intoxicates.' 

" Never have I seen a more penitent 
man than he. But I could say no more, 
for the mate came to take him to his 
solitary quarters. 

"The next morning he returned to 
duty thoroughly humbled ; and from that 
time there was not a more faithful man 
aboard the vessel than he. I never saw 
him again ; but sometimes in my mind's 
fancy I seem to see him in a state of 
prosperity, which was wholly owing to 
his abstaining from intoxicating beve- 
rages." 



When morning waves its golden hair, 

And smiles o'er hill and lea, 
! One sick'ning ray is doomed to glare 
On yon rude revelry. 

i 

I The rocket's flary moments sped, 

Sinks black'ning back to earth ; 
i Yet darker, deeper sinks his head 

Who shares the drunkard's mirth ! 

j Know you the sleep the drunkard 
knows ? 

That sleep, oh ! who may tell 
| Or who can speak the fiendful throes 

Of his self-heated hell ? 

I Bedded perhaps on broken hearts, 
Where slimy reptiles creep ; 

j While the ball-less eye of death still 
darts 
Black fire on the drunkard's sleep. 

These coffined hearts, when warm in 
life, 
Bled in his ruin wild ; 
Now the cold, cold lips of his shrouded 
wife 
Press lips of his shrouded child ! 

So fast, so deep the hold they keep : 
Hark, his unhallow'd scream ! 

Guard us, O God ! from the drunkard's 
sleep, 
From the drunkard's demon-dream ! 



Drunkards never Sleep. 

It was a remark which much impress- 
ed us, from the lips of Mr. Gough, that 
the drunkard never sleeps. He knows 
nothing of that calm, refreshing repose 
of nature which is the great restorative 
to man's physical and mental nature. 
The following graphic lines from an 
English paper most strongly express 
the same idea : 

" Who hath woe ? Who hath sorrow ? They 
that tarry long at the wine." — Prov. xxiii. 29-30. 

When night in holy silence brings 
The God-willed hour of sleep, 

Then, then the red- eyed revel swings 
Its bowl of poison deep. 



The Effect of Punch-Drinking. 

The one effect of punch-drinking we 
all know is to make a man neglect his 
best interests and the interests of those 
dependent upon him, as well as eventu- 
ally to alienate from him the affections 
of his relatives and the respect of the 
world. Another effect is that it makes 
him act silly and mistake himself, very 
naturally, while under its influence, for 
some other and by no means respecta- 
ble-looking individual. The following; 
piquant sketch illustrates this latter fact 
in a very laughable and striking man- 
ner. It is from the New Y6rk Spirit of 
the Times : 

" One particularly dark, damp, dull, 
drizzly, and disagreeable day in the lat- 
ter part of November, a.d. 1842, a tall, 
gaunt, queer-looking customer, dressed 
in a blue coat with metal buttons, a brim- 
stone colored vest, and plaid buttons, 
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and alone' in a little room situated in a I 

certain little tavern in Street, city j 

of Philadelphia. Before him was a lit- | 
tie round table on whose marble top 
was a ' not a little ' pitcher of smoking 
punch ' screechin' hot ' and a wine-glass. 
The solitary individual was York,' 
nothin' else, dear child, and that was 
his second pitcherful — nigh his second 
pitcher empty. One minute after and 
you couldn't have squeezed a drop out 
of either pitcher or glass by a forty-two 
power hydraulic press. 

" ' York ' rang the bell. The waiter 
popped his head in the door. 

'"Ring, sa?' 

" ' Of course I did. Is it clearing 
off?' 

" ' No, sa, damp, sa ; fog so thick, sa, 
you could ladle 'tout 'ith a spoon, sa. 
Have anything, sa !' 

" ' More punch, and strong !' 

" c Yes, sa, immediately, sa.' 

" The waiter withdrew, and in a few 
seconds the third pitcher of punch stood 
before our hero, who attacked it zeal- 
ously. ' York ' had just drained the 
last glassful from the pitcher, and was 
beginning to feel glorious, when, on 
raising his eyes, he saw his own fig- 
ure in a large pier-glass directly oppo- 
site. The reflection seemed to startle 
him. He rubbed his eyes, winked, 
coughed, started, winked, and rubbed 
his eyes again. 

" ' By thunder !' said he, ' there's some 
fellow sitting right before me. This is 
a private room, sir, for my sole accom- 
modation.' He waited a minute, ex- 
pecting an answer, but the reflection 
only stared at him, and held its peace. 
* I was saying, sir, that this is my private 
room — mine, sir,' cried ' York,' fetching 
his voice an octave higher than before. 
No answer was made, and he rang 
the bell furiously. The waiter made 
his appearance again. 

"' Ring, sa?' 

" ' Yes, I did ring. Didn't I ask for 
a private room ?' 

" ' Yes, sa ; this is a private room, 
sa.' 

" 'It is ! Why. there's a fellow sit- 
ting right before me now on the other 
side of the table — rot his impudence !' 

" ' Table, sa — fellow — sa ?' 

11 ' Yes, there is — well — nevermind — . 
Bring on some more punch and two 
glasses.' 

11 ' Yes, sa ; immediately, sa." 

" In a very short time the fourth 



pitcher, with the two glasses, made its 
appearance. 

" ' York ' filled one of the glasses 
and shoved it over the table. 
'Will you drink, sir?' said he, ad- 
dressing the figure in the glass. Oh ! 
you won't, eh? Well, I will.' And so 
he did. ' Better drink, old fellow,' con- 
tinued he. ' Your liquor's getting 
cold, and you look as if you were fond 
of the thing.' 

" No answer being re-turned, ' York ' 
finished the pitcher, and rang the bell 
again. In popped the waiter. 

"'Ring, sa?' 

" ' To be sure I rang. Didn't you 
hear the b-b-ell ? I did. Didn't I order 
a p-p-p-rivate room, eh ?' 

" ' Yes, sa ; this is a private room, 
sa/ 

" c A pretty private room this is — with 
a f-f-f-ellow sitting opposite that won't 
take a glass of punch when it's offered 
him — and a r-r-r-ed-nosed man at that ! 
Oh ! well, never mind. Bring me 
more punch, and two t-t-t-t-umblers. 
I'll try him again.' 

" Presently pitcher No. 5, with glasses 
to match, was borne in with due state. 

" ' Better t-t-t-t-ry some, old boy,' said 
' York ' coaxingly to his double. The 
reflex merely looked good-natured, but 
said nothing. 

11 ' Well,' continued ' York ' with a 
sigh, ' if this isn't the m-m-m-m-ost 
infamous — never mind — Pll drink the 
punch.' And so he did, every bit of 
it. About five minutes sufficed to end 
the pitcher. ' York ' rang the bell super- 
furiously. The waiter came again. 

" ' Ring, sa?' 

11 ' Why, certain ! Why sh-sh-ouldn't 
I ? Where's the — man — who keeps this 
— place ?' 

" ' Boss, sa? I'll sen' 'im, sa.' 

" Shortly after mine host, a quiet-look- 
ing little man, with a mottled, calico- 
patterned face, and a shining bald head, 
made his appearance. 

" ' Wha-wh-at's to pay?' demanded 
1 York,' rising, and assuming an air of 
dignity. 

'"Five punches — five levies, sir.' 

" ' There's the money, sir,' said ' York,' 
forking over the coin. ' And now I 
want to know why — when I call — for a 
— p-p-p-rivate room, you should put 
me here — with — s-s-omebody else?' 

" ' There's nobody here but you and I.' 

"' Nobody! Do you s-S-Upposc 1 
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There -look there ! Two of 'em, by 
jingo !' 

" ' Well, sir, I must confess I can't see 
any but us two.' 

" ' You can't, eh ? " And ' York ' 
dragged the landlord to the table. 
' Look there ! ' continued he, pointing 
to the glass. ' Th-th-ere's the rascals 
now. One of 'em's enough like you to 
be your brother, and the other is the 
most Lord-forsaken, meanest-looking 
white man I ever saw.' " 



Experiment on a Drunkard — Ignition 
of Human Blood. 

An experiment was recently made in 
Berwick, Maine, by a student of medi- 
cine, on the blood of a common drunk- 
ard. The sot had probably swallowed 
two gallons of rum during the previous 
five days, during which time, he had 
taken little or no food. The student 
remarked to him that he was in danger 
of perishing by spontaneous combus- 
tion, and stated that his blood was so 
much encumbered by alcohol that it 
could be ignited. The drunkard asked 
to be bled. A pint of blood was taken 
from him. A bowl containing this blood 
was handed to one of the spectators, 
who ignited a match, and on bringing it 
in contact with the contents of the bowl a 
conflagration ensued, burning with a 
blue flame for the space of twenty-five 
or thirty seconds. 



Early Doomed. 

I know a youth of only about seven- 
teen years of age who is a devotee to 
drunkenness. In vain has his aged 
and widowed mother admonished and 
besought him to avoid the company of 
the dissipated. In vain has his affec- 
tionate sister entreated him to turn from 
the dreadful course of intemperance, 
and to abandon the company of the 
wicked. Still he remains incorrigible. 
The mother and the sister have also 
entreated the poison-dealer to withhold 
the intoxicating draught. But he is 
too destitute of humanity, too vile to 
listen to their entreaties. Still he con- 
tinues to deal out destruction to that 
youth, and to pour out thereby bitter 
anguish of soul upon that mother and 
sister. 



The End of a Drinking-Olub. 

A celebrated drinking-club, in a large 
town in the west of Scotland, which had 
formerly great influence at the local 
elections, is broken up. Two of its 
members were sent to a lunatic asylum ; 
one jumped from a window and killed 
himself; one walked or fell into the 
water at night and was drowned ; one 
was found dead in a public-house ; one 
died of delirium tremens ; upwards of 
ten became bankrupt ; four died ere they 
had lived half their days ; and one, who 
was a bailiff when connected with the 
club, is at present keeping a low public- 
house. Such are a few facts, well- 
known to those living in the locality. 



Doctor Edwards and the Beer- 
drinker. 

Says the Rev. Dr. Edwards: "A 
bloated, red-faced beer-drinker came to 
a friend of mine and wished to put his 
name to the pledge of total abstinence 
from the use of distilled liquor. My 
friend, perceiving his habits, told him 
he had better put his name to the pledge 
of abstinence from the use of all intoxi- 
cating liquor : ' for,' said he, ' Do you 
know what filthy water they often make 
use of in brewing?' ' O, yes,' said he, 
1 1 have been in a brewery three years 
myself. I know all about it. And 
don't you know, sir, that the more 
filthy the water, the better the beer?' 
My friend answered : ' No.' ' O, yes,' 
said he, ' that is always the case. In 

, where I lived, the brewers, in 

drawing their water from the river, 
were very careful to have their pipes 
come down into the river just at the 
place which received the drainings from 
the horse-stables ; and theie is no such 
beer in the world as they make.' He, 
too, thought that the drainings from the 
horse-stables and filthy ponds were all 
removed oc purified by fermentation, 
but he was grossly mistaken. And so 
are all persons, if they think that foul 
and hurtful ingredients are all removed 
by fermentation." 



An Early Temperance Society. 

The following paragraph was taken 
from the Edinburgh Scotsma7i of 1836 : 



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"At the close of the 15th century 
drunkenness prevailed to a frightful 
extent in Germany, and more particu- 
larly in the upper classes and among 
the nobility. In the year i6co a society 
was formed for the discouragement of 
this vice. Its founder was Maurice, 
Landgrave of Hesse, and it was named 
1 The Order of Temperance.' It in- 
cluded among its supporters several of 
the reigning princes, and many of the 
principal nobles of Germany ; dukes, 
counts, landgraves, rheingraves, and 
margraves were among its subscribing 
members. The first of tb.eir laws ran as 
follows : * Be it ordained that every 
member of this society pledges himself 
from its institution, which dates De- 
cember the 25th, 1600, until the same 
day in December, 1602, never to become 
intoxicated.' The daily allowance of 
glasses of wine was limited to fourteen 
• — seven at each meal — and those who 
could not do without luncheon were 
allowed one glass at it, which, however, 
was to be subtracted from the daily four- 
teen. Other beverages, as ' beer, mine- 
ral water, toast and water,' were allowed 
at meals ; but ' Spanish wines, brandy, 
and geneva, strong malt liquors, as Lon- 
don porter [it even then was in repute 
abroad], and Hamborough double ales,' 
were forbidden. The seven glasses 
might be drunk in not less than, three 
draughts." 



" that he had discovered the unfortunate 
condition in which she was when he 
visited her ; " and she entreated him to 
keep the matter a secret in considera- 
tion of the enclosed— a hundred dollar 
bill. 



Epigram upon a Pale-faced Wife. 

Why is it that on Emma's cheek 
The lily blooms, and no< the rose ? 

Because the rose has gone to seek 
A place upon her husband's nose. 



The Embarrassment. 

A certain doctor, who sometimes 
drank a good deal at dinner, was sum- 
moned one evening to see a lady patient 
when he was more than " half-seas 
over," and conscious that he was so. 
On feeling her pulse, and finding him- 
self unable to count its beats, he mut- 
tered : " Drunk, by Jove." Next morn- 
ing, recollecting the Circumstance, he 
was greatly vexed, and just as he was 
thinking what explanation he should 
offer the lady, a letter was put in his hand. 
"She too well knew," said the letter, 



Eminent Divines. 

The world moves. Things have 
greatly changed for the better, as the 
following will show. S. G. Goodrich, 
author of " Peter Parley's Tales," in 
speaking of the improvement the 
moral world has made during the last 
century, says : " About a century ago 
an eminent New England divine, after- 
wards president of Yale College, sent a 
barrel of rum to Africa by a Rhode 
Island captain, and got in return a 
negro boy, whom he held as a slave ; 
and this was not considered an offence. 
I know of a distinguished D.D. who 
was a distiller of New England rum 
half a century ago, and with no loss of 
reputation." 



The First Temperance Society. 

Doctor Billy J. Clarke, of Moreau, 
Saratoga County, N. Y., was the pio- 
neer in the great temperance reforma- 
tion ; he was the founder of the first tem- 
perance society. Others have claimed 
to be ; but " honor to whom honor is 
due." 

Doctor Benjamin Rush's work on the 
prevalence of the evils of intemperance 
had made a powerful impression on his 
mind and woke up all the energies of 
his soul ; he was so troubled in spirit 
he could not rest. One dark evening, 
in the breaking up of winter, he rode 
three miles through the mud, and 
knocked at the door of the Rev. Lcb- 
beus Armstrong. On entering the dwell- 
ing, before he had taken his seat, Le 
uttered the following impressive wcrds : 
" Mr. Armstrong, I have come to see 
you on important business." Then, 
lifting up both hands, he continued : 
" "We shall all become a community of 
drunkards in this town unless some- 
thing is done to arrest the progress of 
intemperance." This brief address con- 
tained the seed of the temperance tree 
that has produced such wonderful fruit. 

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which was heartily responded to by Mr. 
Armstrong. 

They organized the first temperance 
society April 30, 1808. They held their 
regular quarterly and annual meetings, 
and for years no female attended 
them. This was strange indeed. 



The First Pledge — its Deficiency. 

It is enough to make one smile when 
we look at the first pledge. But the 
pioneers in the great work did good, 
and no organization is perfect at first. 
See the difference between our " Articles 
of Confederation " and the " Constitu- 
tion of the United States." 

The first temperance society had a 
constitution with fifteen articles. 

The fourth read thus : " No member 
shall drink rum, gin, whiskey, or any 
distilled spirits, or compositions of the 
same, or any of them, except by advice 
of a physician, or in case of actual dis- 
ease ; also excepting wine at public din- 
ners ; under penalty of twenty-five cents : 
provided that this article shall not in- 
fringe on any religious ordinance." 

How strangely defective ! What dif- 
ference does it make whether we are 
destroyed by many sparks or by a gen- 
eral conflagration ? whether we are poi- 
soned by the tooth of an adder or 
crushed within the enormous folds of 
the boa-constrictor? It was the alco- 
holic principle they should have waged 
war against. But total abstinence was 
then unknown, and this first tempe- 
rance society l that we are ready to smile 
at now, did good as a pioneer. It was 
a kind of John the Baptist — a fore- 
runner to prepare the way for better 
things. 

We feel like smiling again when we 
read the 2d section under article 4th : 

No member shall be intoxicated under 
the penalty of fifty cents." The penalty 
was not very severe ; indeed, they could 
get drunk very cheap. Neither were 
they "to offer it to any person under 
penalty of twenty-five cents for each 
offence." 

In October, 1843 (thirty-five years 
after the society was first organized), the j 
surviving members of the original tem- 
perance society were called together, j 
and, on the motion of Dr. Billy J. Clarke, , 
adopted the following amendment to ' 



I their original constitution : n ResHved^ 
That the constitution adopted April, 
i8o8,be amended by adopting the p4edge 
of total abstinence from all that can in- 
toxicate." What a stupendous advance ! 
What a mighty improvement ! Doctor 
Clarke and Mr. Armstrong I knew very 
well. Their names are enrolled as 
leaders, pioneers in one of the best of 
causes identified with man's happiness 
here and his eternal felicity hereafter. 



J 
Rear- Admiral Focte. 

There are many brilliant names on 
the roll that fame has made immortal ; 
but among the most brilliant is that of 
Rear-Admiral Alexander H. Foote. He 
was the hero of Fort Henry and Fort 
Donelson ; the hero of temperance ; 
and the Christian hero. 

He was the first to introduce the prin- 
ciple cf total abstinence from intoxicat- 
ing drinks in the navy ; and this made a 
new era among the sons of the ocean, 

During his cruise in. the flagship 
Cumberland, in the Mediterranean, he 
induced the entire crew to abandon 
liquor, and personally engaged in their 
religious instruction. He was success- 
ful in abolishing the spirit-ration in the 
navy. No wonder the late Rev. John 
Marsh said : " Too high a monument 
could not be erected to Rear-Admiral 
Foote." He died at the Astor House, 
New York, June 26, 1863, aged 56. 
Well may it be said : 

11 Lower ye the flags 
Half mast ; boom ye the minute-guns ; 

toll ye 
The funeral bell on every spire and 

ship ; 
On all our coast, through all our land, 

drape ye 
The yards and ports, the Bethel flag and 

churches, 
The naval rendezvous, the temperance 

hall, 
The Christian Sabbath-school, the room 

for prayer. 
And let the distant heathen missions 

join 
To bear our signs of mourning round 

the globe. 
Who saw him once but loved to see 
him more." 

Denison. 



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Admiral Farragut. 

Admiral Farragut has a world-wide 
fame .He is known 

To every wind that blows, 
And every star that twinkles. 

His heroism, his patriotism have writ- 
ten his name high on the pillar of fame. 

Secretary William H. Seward, at Au- 
burn, related the following character- 
istic anecdote of him, which shows us 
the hero in another dress : 

The night before the battle of Mobile, 
one of his officers said: "Admiral, 
won't you consent to give Jack a glass 
of grog in the morning — not enough to 
make him drunk, but enough to make 
him fight cheerfully?" "Well," replied 
the Admiral, " I have been to sea con- 
siderably, and have seen a battle or two, 
but I never found that I wanted rum to 
enable me to do my duty. I will order 
two cups of coffee to each man at two 
o'clock, and at eight o'clock I will pipe 
all hands to breakfast in Mobile Bay." 
And he gave Jack the coffee ; and then 
he went up to the mast-head. 

" The men had their coffee, and each 

seemed a host, 
As he manfully stood at his perilous 

post ; 
For their leader shrank not from the 

danger they passed, 
They knew he would stand with them 

firm to the last ; 
And many an anxious glance upward 

was cast 
At the heroic Admiral, lashed to the 

mast." 

This has been well interwoven into 
verse by Linda May : 

11 No, I'll give them good coffee ; 

there's no need of rum 
To keep up a man's courage when 

fighting hours come ; 
I've been on the ocean in stormiest 

nights, 
Have seen some hard service and one 

or two fights ; 
But I never yet found I needed a 

glass 
Of spirits to help, or the danger to 

pass. 
They'll have two cups of coffee at two, 

and then wait 
Till I pipe all to breakfast in harbor 

at eight." 



The Admiral and his Son. 

When Admiral Farragut's son was 
about ten years old, the father said in 
his hearing that, when he was old 
enough to make a compact and keep it, 
he had a bargain to offer him. His son 
rose up, and asked what the compact 
was. The Admiral said : " The pro- 
posal I intend to make is this : If you 
will not smoke or chew tobacco, drink 
intoxicating drinks or strong wines, 
till you are twenty-one years of age, I 
will give you one thousand dollars." 
" I am old enough to make that bargain 
now," said young Farragut ; " I will 
accept the offer." The bargain was 
closed, and when young Farragut was 
twenty-one the cash was handed over. 



The Fatal Glass of Wine. 

Wine has been considered innocent 
and necessary at a wedding. 

A young man at his wedding refused 
a glass of wine. "What, not one glass 
of wine ? " said his bride — " not one 
glass of wine with me at my wedding ? " 
" No," said he, " I cannot." He was a 
pledged man. " Not one glass? Oh ! tie ! 
Here, taste it." She put it to his lips, 
and he drank. The temptation was too 
powerful. Before the party broke up 
at the midnight hour, he was drunk 
upon the floor. The parents lived to 
see their daughter the wife of a drunk- 
ard, and after a while she returned 
home to live with them, for she could 
not live with him. Is it not time this 
evil was put away from Christian fami- 
lies ? It is used only to drink the 
health and happiness of the bride and 
the bridegroom, but " at the last it 
biteth like a serpent and stingeth like 
an adder." 



The First Family Prayer at a 
Tavern. 

Rowland Hill was once driven by a 
storm into a village inn, and compelled 
to spend the night. When it grew late, 
the landlord sent a request by the 
waiter that the guest would go to bed. 
Mr. Hill replied : " I have been waiting 
a long time, expecting to be called to 
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you mean, sir ; we never have such 
things here." 

" Indeed ! Then tell your master I 
cannot go to bed until we have family 
prayer." 

The waiter informed his master, who, 
in consternation, bounced into the room 
occupied by the faithful minister, and 
said : " Sir, I wish you would go to bed. 
I cannot go until I have seen all the 
lights out, I am so afraid of fire." 

" So am I," was the reply ; " but I 
have been expecting to be summoned to 
family prayer." 

" All very well, sir ; but it cannot be 
done at an inn." 

" Indeed K Then pray get my horse. 
I cannot sleep in a house where there is 
no family prayer." 

The host preferred to dismiss his pre- 
judice rather than his guest, and said, 
" I have no objection to have a prayer ; 
but I do not know how." 

" Well, then, summon your people, 
and let us see what can be done." 

The landlord obeyed, and in a few 
moments the astonished domestics were 
upon their knees, and the landlord 
called upon to pray. 

11 Sir, I never prayed in my life. I 
don't know how to pray." 

" Ask God to teach you," was the 
gentle reply. 

The landlord said, folding his hands, 
" God, teach us how to pray." 

" That is prayer, my friend," cried Mr. 
Hill joyfully; "go on." 

" I am sure I don't know what to say 
now, sir." 

" Yes, you do. God has taught you 
how to pray ; now thank him for it." 

"Thank you, God Almighty, for let- 
ting us pray to you ! " 

" Amen ! amen ! " exclaimed Mr. Hill, 
and then prayed himself. 

Two years afterwards Mr. Hill found 
in that same village a chapel and a 
school, as the result of the first effort of 
family prayer at the " Black Lion." 



A Fact with a Moral. 

We have lately seen a two-dollar uill 
of the Commercial Bank with the fol- 
lowing written on the back : 

"Detroit, March, 1S60. 

" This is the last of one hundred 
thousand dollars left me by my grand- 
mother. I wished it had been two. 



This is a warning to- beware of lager- 
beer saloons !" 

The name of the writer is also ap- 
pended to his testimony. Now, here is 
a most significant illustration of the 
just grounds Solomon had for his loath- 
ing of all the labor he had performed 
to gather earthly treasure, because, in 
leaving it to the man who was to come 
into its possession after him, it was all 
uncertain whether he "would be a wise 
man or a fool." Certain it was in this 
case the labor and care resulted i.n no 
better fruit than to bestow a vast 
amount of wealth upon one to whom it 
was not only no good, but, while it 
lasted, furnished the means of acceler- 
ating, and "perhaps completing, his 
ruin. 



A Fearful Bar. 

A bar on which thousands every year 
are shipwrecked ; a bar to personal, 
domestic, and social happiness ; a bar 
that has brought many a guilty man to 
the bars of a prison ; a bar that brings 
many a man, by a short course, before 
the bar of God ; and a bar against 
which the community should be barred 
by the strongest bars of legislation and 
religious influence — is the bar of a grog- 
shop. 



A Flurried Elditor. 

" Does the Court understand you to 
say, Mr. Jones, that you saw the editor 
of the Augur of Freedom intoxicated ? " 
" Not at all, sir. I merely said that I 
have seen him frequently so flurried in 
his mind that he would undertake to 
cut out copy with the snuffers ; that's 
all." 



Facts Worthy of Notice. 

It is a fact that nine-tenths of the in- 
mates of our poor-houses were brought 
there, directly or mdirectl) by the use 
of aident spirits. 

It is a fact that three-fourths of all the 
convicts in our State prisons were hard 
drinkers previous to the commission of 
the crimes for which they are now im- 
prisoned. 

It is a fact that the greatest sufferers 
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are the most difficult to cure, are those 
who are addicted to the use of ardent 
spirits. 

It is a fact that of all who commit 
suicide in this country, ninety-nine one- 
hundredths are the immediate or remote 
victims of ardent spirits. 

It is a fact that in all the families 
where the children are dirty, half-naked, 
and ill fed, the rooms filthy and in dis- 
order, the husbands cross, discontented, 
and peevish, and the wives slatterns, 
ill-tempered, and quarrelsome, one, if 
not both, the parents are drinkers of 
ardent spirits. 

It is a fact that those who least fre- 
quently attend the worship of God in 
the sanctuary, most of those who by 
their oaths, blasphemies, and horrible 
execrations shock the ears of modest 
people, are spirit-drinkers. 

It is a fact that those who are most 
easily led to ridicule and profane sacred 
things, and to join in every kind of 
dissipation and profligacy, are spirit- 
drinkers. 

It is a fact that of all who have died 
of the cholera in Europe and America, 
seven-tenths at least were spirit-drink- 
ers, and one-half decidedly intemperate. 



with thy God, and do not snap the 
bottle too often." 



Doctor Fothergill asad the Gentle- 
man, 

Doctor Fothergill was the physician 
of John Wesley, and he thought much 
of his skill, as he saved his life on 
more than one occasion. 

Doctor Fothergill was a celebrated 
physician of London, who began to 
practise in the year 1740, of great skill, 
much charity, and a peculiar gravity of 
character. Just before his death, a 
gentleman of Cumberland, an intempe- 
rate man, possessed of few Christian 
virtues, applied to the doctor for advice. 
Fothergill, who knew the character of 
the man, but chose to conceal his 
knowledge, enquired what was the ail- 
ment, to which the patient replied he 
was very well in health, ate well, drank 
well, and slept well, but wished to 
know how he might be guarded against 
sudden snaps. The venerable physi- 
cian, feeling a supreme contempt for so 
dissolute and abandoned a character, 
gave him a prescription for his com- 
plaint in the following deserved reproof : 
" Do justice, love mercy, walk humbly, 



Fatal Opposition. 

Teetotalers are frequently taunted 
with the "absurdity" of their conduct 
in abstaining from the use of various 
drinks ; and instances are not wanting 
in which teetotalism is actually opposed 
by professing Christians on the ground 
of its ' absurdity.' The following case 
may prove that there is good ground for 
the charge of absurdity to be preferred 
against those who reject teetotalism. 

11 Have you signed the pledge ? " said 
a neighbor to his friend, who was a pro- 
fessor of Christianity and a preacher. 

" No," was the reply, " I am not so 
foolish." 

" Why, brother, will you not join us ?" 
responded the neighbor. 

" I have two good reasons," was the 
answer. " First, teetotalism will kill one- 
half of you in six months ; and, secondly, 
the thing is so absurd that by this time 
twelvemonth it will be scouted from the 
world and forgotten." 

So spake the Christian professor and 
teacher ten years ago. Poor fellow ! he 
has long been a drunkard. He has 
been dismissed from the church, beats 
his wife, ill-uses his children, has called 
his creditors together to tell them 
there was not half of twenty shillings 
in the pound ; and now not unfre- 
quently preaches for Satan in the 
kitchen of the pot-house ! Teeto- 
talism would have saved him, for 
drink proved his ruin. Llad he signed 
the pledge and kept it, he would now, 
in all probability, have been a member 
of the church ; his wife would have had 
a good husband ; Lis children a kind 
father ; his creditors a customer in whom 
they could confide ; and still he might 
have filled the pulpit to the approbation 
of all. 

To all appearance, this man is now 
lost ; yet the church that dismissed him 
is as opposed to total abstinence as 
ever. A soul is ruined, poisoned with 
drink ! Nevertheless, the church con- 
tinues to use the cup that proved his 
death. Find the men who would have 
saved him from falling, and who weie 
anxious to restore him, and give him 
back to his family, to society, and to 
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men are still loaded with anathemas for 
their pains. But though this man, like 
hundreds more, has fallen, teetotalism 
still lives ! It has neither been " scout- 
ed from the world" nor ''forgotten." 
It progresses and triumphs, and will 
continue to do so till it has accom- 
plished the object for which it was 
established. 



Father, Hadn't you better Take a 
Sheep too? 

An able farmer, about the time the 
temperance reform was beginning to 
-exert a healthful influence in the coun- 
try, said to his newly-hired man : " Jona- 
than, I did not think to mention to you, 
when I hired you, that I think of trying 
to do my work this year without rum. 
How much more must I give you to do 
without?" 

" Oh ! " said Jonathan, " I don't care 
much about it ; you may give me what 
you please." 

" Well," said the farmer, " I will give 
a sheep in the fall, if you wish to do 
without." 

" Agreed," said Jonathan. 

The oldest son then said : " Father, 
will you give me a sheep if I will do 
without rum ? " 

" Yes, Marshall, you shall have a 
sheep if you will do without." 

The youngest son, a stripling, then 
said : " Father, will you give me a 
sheep if I do without ? " 

" Yes, Chandler, you shall have a 
sheep also if you do without rum." 

Presently Chandler speaks again : 

" Father, hadn't you better take a 
sheep too ?" 

This was a poser. He hardly thought 
that he could give up the " good crea- 
ture " yet. But the appeal was from a 
source not to be disregarded. The re- 
sult was, the demon rum was thence- 
forth banished from the premises, to the 
great joy and ultimate happiness of all 
c ncerned. 



prise he added : " If she were to marry 
a drunkard, he would soon die, and she 
would be released ; but if she marry a 
temperate drinker, she must witness his 
degradation, she must follow him in 
his downward course, she may be con- 
nected with him many years, and her 
trouble would kill her about as soon as 
his intemperance would kill him." 



The Father and his Ruined Sons. 

Hon. William E. Dodge said he knew 
a young man, the son of a highly re- 
spectable merchant, who was then a 
drunkard, banished from his father's 
house. He signed the pledge, and for 
a time prospered in life. One New 
Year's Day he called upon his father, 
and as they had not met for a long time 
before, the father pressed a glass of 
wine upon his reformed son. He yield- 
ed, and that night was beastly intoxi- 
cated. He is now a poor, homeless, 
wandering drunkard. The father un- 
heeded the solemn lesson ; he still kept 
the fatal beverage in his house, spread it 
before his children. A second son was 
ensnared, and is also a drunkard. 



Failures. 

The following lines were written on 
a man who first kept school, and next 
a public house, and failed in both : 
Extremities don't pay. I've tried 'em 

twice : 
T Ve retailed virtue, and I've whole- 
saled vice 



The Father's Choice. 

We were once very much surprised | 
to hear a gentleman of good sense say : j 
M I had rather my daughter should I 
marry an old drunkard than a cautious j 
drinker." On our expressing our sur- 



The First Barrel of Rum. 

The following particulars of the ar- 
rival of the first barrel of rum in Nor- 
walk, Conn., give an idea of the esti- 
mation in which the primitive settlers of 
New England held the necessitj^ and 
use of ardent spirit : " A packet-master 
had returned from Boston, and it was 
noised abroad that he had brought with 
him a barrel of rum ! The civil author- 
ity, the selectmen, and the principal in- 
habitants of the town came together 
and enquired if the thing was so. He 
assented. They declared with one voice, 
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What, a whole barrel of rum ! It will 
corrupt our morals and be our un- 
doing.' " 

Alas ! how the times have changed ! 
How many barrels of rum have been 
landed there since, filled with ruin and 
death, and no one afraid. 



Peelings Hint. 

A brother of our acquaintance, in 
passing to one of his stated appoint- 
ments, stopped and preached for a 
church on the way. In his discourse 
he animadverted with some severity on 
the disgraceful practice of intempe- 
rance, especially among the professors 
of religion. Upon visiting that neigh- 
borhood again, he was told that he had 
hurt some of the brethren's feelings; 
and, in a second discourse, he apolo- 
gized to this effect : " I understand, my 
brethren, that when I was last here, I 
was so unfortunate as to hurt some of 
your feelings by my remarks upon 
drunkenness. Since nothing was fur- 
ther from my intentions, I feel that it is 
my duty to make an apology, which is 
this : being a stranger here, I most 
solemnly declare that I did not know 
that there was a drunkard belonging to 
this church." The hint had its effect. 
The grumblers were drunkards, and at 
the next church meeting were excluded. 
Fact. — Biblical Recorder. 



The Five Cradles. 

A man who had recently become a 
votary to Bacchus returned home one 
night in an intermediate state of boozi- 
ness ; that is to say, he was comfort- 
ably drunk, but perfectly conscious of 
his unfortunate situation. Knowing 
that his wife was asleep, he decided to 
attempt gaining his bed without dis- 
turbing her, and, by sleeping off his in- 
ebriation, conceal the fact from her 
altogether. He reached the door of his 
room without creating much disturb- 
ance, and, after ruminating a few mo- 
ments on the' matter, he thought if he 
could reach the bedpost, and hold on 
to it while he slipped out of his apparel, 
the remainder of the feat would be 
easily accomplished. Unfortunately for 
his scheme, a cradle stood in a direct 
line with the bedpost, about the middle 



of the floor. Of course, when his shins 
came in contact with the aforesaid piece 
of furniture, he pitched over it with a 
perfect looseness ; and upon gaining an 
erect position, ere an equilibrium was 
established, he went over it backward 
in an equally summary manner. Again 
he struggled to his feet, and went head 
foremost over the bower of infant hap- 
piness. At length, with the fifth fall, 
his patience became exhausted, and the 
obstacle was yet to be overcome. In 
desperation he cried out to his sleeping 
partner : " Wife ! wife ! how many 
cradles have you got in the house ? 
I've fallen over five, and here's another 
afore me ! " Suffice it to say that his 
wife was by this time completely awake, 
and a curtain-lecture ensued which 
rang in his ears for many a succeeding 
day. 



Governor Gilmer and the Congres- 
sional Total Abstinence Society. 

The Congressional Total Abstinence 
Society held its anniversary in the Hall 
of Representatives in Washington, Feb. 
25, 1842, and Thomas W. Gilmer, ex- 
Governor of Virginia and Secretary of 
the Navy, offered the following resolu- 
tion and made an eloquent address, of 
which we give a very brief extract, in 
which he related an anecdote that has a 
peculiar point : 

" On motion of the Hon. Thomas W. 
Gilmer, of Virginia, Resolved, That it be 
recommended to the young men of 
Am rica, especially to all who purpose 
devoting themselves to the service of 
their country, to shun, at all times and 
on all occasions, in the hours of severe 
study, in professional labor, on festive 
occasions, and at political meetings, the 
intoxicating bowl, always unnecessary, 
always dangerous, and often ruining 
some of the brightest hopes of the na- 
tion. 

" The members of this Congressional 
Society, Mr. President, are watchmen 
on the high ramparts of our country's 
defence. We are sentinels around the 
i tad el of the public safety, and it be- 
comes us to ' watch and be sober.' It 
is said of the Indian tribes (among 
whom, by the way, ardent spirits were 
unknown until introduced by white 
men) that they are in the habit, when 
engaged in war or in the chase, of ex- 
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tinels. Their watchmen must always 
be ' sober Indians,' however the rest of 
the tribe may choose to indulge them- 
selves. And, sir, shall we not learn a 
lesson of precaution and virtue from 
these rude sons of the forest? Shall 
their watchmen be sober to guard the 
wigwam, and we, who are here to guard 
the rights of seventeen millions of peo- 
ple, not emulate their example? And 
when hailed by our constituents with 
1 Watchman, what of the night?' shall 
we not be always ready to give the sober 
answer, ' All's well ! ' or to give timely 
warning of the approaching danger ? 

" We have the highest authority, sir, 
for the maxim, ' He that striveth for the 
mastery should be temperate in all 
things.' It is worthy of being inscribed 
even on the banners of this temperance 
society. Let the advocate of temperance, 
like the advocate of every other great 
truth and great principle connected with 
the moral elevation of man, not forget 
what are the true weapons of our war- 
fare. While we employ reason, persua- 
sion, and offer every moral inducement to 
our fellow-men to be just to themselves 
and to all their relations in life — while 
we add to these the force of an example 
which we believe is useful to others as 
well as to ourselves, let us never permit 
our feelings or convictions, however 
strong, to degenerate into the intem- 
perance of fanaticism. Let us be con- 
tent to do our duty and to leave the 
high and holy prerogatives of judgment 
and condemnation where alone it be- 
longs ; where we are assured it will be 
exercised towards us as we exercise it 
towards others. Let us 'be temperate 
in all things.' " 

THE PRINCETON. 

Three days after the melodious voice 
of Gilmer was heard ringing through 
the Hall of Representatives, saying to 
the rising youth and statesmen of 
America, Beware of the wine-cup ! me 
went with the President of the United 
States and many distinguished gentle- 
men and ladies on an excursion down 
the Potomac on board the Princeton. 
They had just dined, and wine was 
drunk very freely ; but the noble gov- 
ernor, true to his principles, drank no 
wine. 

Soon after dinner, when all were on 
deck, the large gun, called the Peace- 
Maker, was fired off. It exploded, scat- 
tering death and destruction all around. 



The honored and deeply-lamented Gil- 
mer suddenly went into the world of 
spirits with Mr. Upshur, Secretary of 
State, Commodore Kennon of the Navy, 
and three others. The appalling scene 
baffles all description. Horror-stricken 
at the sight, stern warriors grew pale ; 
the sons of gayety and dissipation fled ; 
the patriot bowed, trembling for his 
country. There was mourning all over 
the land. Such was the sad end of the 
genuine patriot, the pure temperance 
man, the model statesman, Thomas W, 
Gilmer, " who being dead yet speaketh. 

STRANGE CONTRASTS. ' 

The utmost hilarity and glee preced- 
ed the explosion, and among the toasts 
proposed was one by Miss Wickliffe, 
daughter of the Postmaster -General : 
" The American flag, the only thing 
American that will bear stripes." This 
was received with thundering applause. 
The lady's health was drank with three 
times three, and she was declared worthy 
of marrying a hero. Scarcely was that 
toast drunk than the whole scene was 
changed into one of wretchedness 2ri 
woe. 



Professor Goodrich, and How his 
Byes* were Opened. 

Professor Goodrich of New Haven, 
Conn., says : 

" Had 1 been called three years ago 
to express my views of the subject, 
they would probably have been differ- 
ent from those I entertain at present. I 
am now astonished that I did not take 
higher grounds. But changes have 
since taken place of immense import- 
ance. The enquiry has shown that the 
causes of intemperance are situated 
further back than is generally supposed. 
I had a widow's son committed to my 
particular care. He was heir to a great 
estate. He went through the different 
stages of his education, and finally left 
Yale College with a good moral charac- 
ter, and bright in prospects. But during 
the course of his education he had heard 
the sentiment advanced, which I then 
supposed correcr, that the use of wine 
was not only admissible, but a real 
auxiliary to the temperance cause. 
After he had left the college, for a few 
years he continued to be respectful to 
me. At length he became reserved, and 
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night unceremoniously into my room, 
and his appearance told the dreadful 
secret. He said he came to talk with 
me. He had been told, during his 
senior year, that it was safe to drink 
wine, and by that idea he had been 
ruined I asked him if his mother 
knew this. He said no ; he had carefully 
concealed the secret from her. I asked 
him if he was such a slave that he could 
not abandon the habit. ' Talk not to 
me of slavery,' said he. * I am ruined ; 
and before I go to bed I shall quarrel 
with the barkeeper of the Tontine for 
brandy or gin to sate my burning thirst.' 
In one month this young man was in 
his grave. It went to my heart. Wine 
is the cause of ruin to a great proportion 
of the young men in our country. An- 
other consideration is that the habits of 
conviviality and hospitality are now di- 
rected to the use of wine. Once it was 
the use of distilled liquor. Toddy, and 
sling, and bitters were the fashion." 



Prof. Goodrich on the Total Absti- 
nence Fledge. 

I do firmly believe that nothing but 
this measure, practically adopted by the 
friends of temperance, can save our 
country from a widespread deluge of 
calamity and crime. I therefore hold it 
to be the duty of every man openly to 
avow this principle, as well ar to act 
upon it, not, on the one hand, because I 
consider it to be sinful in itself to 
take a drop of alcohol into the system ; 
nor, on the other, because I regard it as 
a mere matter of expediency, in the low 
sense of that term, as often used to de- 
note convenience. It is, in my view, 
matter of the highest moral obligation for 
every man to live, not for himself alone, 
but for the benefit of those around him ; 
and when there is a great, an enormous 
evil, which threatens ruin to the com- 
munity, which can be put down by en- 
tire abstinence from a popular indul- 
gence — which can never be put down 
without such abstinence — I feel it to be 
a question of conscience, to be the im- 
perative dictate of duty, to abstain as a 
beverage even from pure wine and 
cider in such circumstances, much more 
from those filthy and noisome mixtures 
sold in this country under the names 
of wine and beer. 

You see I rest my principles upon 



the existing state of things, not on any 
abstract questions which have sometimes 
been discussed. The case was totally 
different, as I believe, in the time of 
Christ, before the art of distillation had 
concentrated the evils resulting from the 
abuse of the fruit of the vine into that 
dreadful instrument of ruin which now 
exists. You see, too, that my principle 
sets aside the question of the use of wine 
at the sacrament, for the evil (if there is 
anv at all) from so rare and slight a use 
of the substance in question is so un- 
important as not to require any such 
guards as those we are bound to set up 
when it is made a common beverage. 

I should rejoice to see all the friends 
of total abstinence unite on this ground 
— the high ground of imperative duty, 
resulting from the present circumstances 
of the human race. Leaving every 
other question as of secondary import- 
ance, let them press this duty on the 
hearts and on the consciences of men 
in the spirit of Christian fidelity and 
love. If the cause is unpopular, I am 
willing to bear the reproach whenever 
and wherever it may fall upon me. 



A Groggery in David's Time. 

The Rev. Mr. Pierpont in his address 
at the Tabernacle was sure that there 
were groggeries in David's time, in the 
lanes and alleys of Jerusalem, with little 
red curtains before the windows. He 
was confident there was a description 
of the dramseller in the tenth Psalm, 
which he read with great effect. It is 
commended to the attention of such as 
are in the trade : 

Verse 6. He hath said in his heart, I 
shall not be moved: for I shall never be 
in adversity. 

7. His mouth is full of cursing and 
deceit and fraud : under his tongue is 
mischief and vanity. 

8. He sitteth in the lurking-places of 
the villages, in the secret places doth he 
murder the innocent : his eyes are pri- 
vily set against the poor. 

9. He lieth in wait secretly, as a lion 
in his den : he lieth in wait to catch the 
poor : he doth catch the poor, when he 
draweth him into his net (his shop). 

10. He croucheth and humbleth him- 
self, that the poor may fall by his strong 
ones (his strong liquors). 

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hath forgotten : He hideth his face, he 
will never see it. 



John B. Gough. 

On a certain Sabbath evening, many 
years ago, a reckless, ill-dressed young 
man was idly lounging under the elm- 
trees in the public square of Worcester. 
He had become a wretched waif on the 
current of sin. His days were spent in 
the waking remorse of the drunkard ; 
his nights were passed in the buffoon- 
eries of the ale-house. As he saun- 
tered along, out of humor with himself 
and all mankind, a kind voice saluted 
him. A stranger laid his hand upon 
his shoulder, and said in cordial tones, 
"Mr. Gough, go down to our meeting 
at the town-hall to-night." A brief con- 
versation followed, so winning in its 
character that the reckless youth con- 
sented to go. He went, he heard the ap- 
peals there made. With tremulous hand 
he signed the pledge of total abstinence. 
By God's help he has kept the pledge. 
The poor boot-crimper who tapped 
Gough on the shoulder, good Joel 
Stratten, has lately gone to heaven, but 
the man he saved is to-day the foremost 
reformer on the face of the globe — John 
B. Gough. 



John B. Gough, the Unequalled Tem- 
perance Orator. 

I have been acquainted with Mr. 
Gough almost from his entering the 
temperance field ; have made speeches 
with him in his earlier days ; heard his 
first speech in New York City. He has 
been my guest, prayed at my family 
altar. He prayed with the fervor of a 
saint and with the simplicity of a child. 

At the fireside he related anecdotes 
beautiful, sparkling, and was as inter- 
esting there as on the platform. 



J. B. Gough's First Temperance 
Speeoh in New York. 

I attended the eighth anniversary of 
the American Temperance Society in the 
Broadway Tabernacle in New York in 
1844. Dr. Leonard Bacon made a char- 
acteristic address of great strength and 
power. The hour was getting late, and 
I with others was on the point of retir- 



ing. My hat was in my hand, and I was 
ready to go, when they introduced a 
young man by the name of John B. 
Gough. He was unknown to fame. 
He had spoken but a few words before 
he thrilled, captivated, and carried away 
the audience. No one had a disposi- 
tion to leave then ; all were spell-bound. 

I He represented intemperance as death 
on a pale horse riding on triumphantly, 
crushing his wretched victims under 
his feet, till the advocates of tempe- 
rance arrested him in his cruel career 
by seizing him by the bridle and push- 
ing him back upon his haunches. 

His simplicity and modesty were the 
admiration of all. In a few minutes 
there was weeping all over the house. 
Alluding to himself, he said, " God for- 
bid that 1 should boast of my degrada- 
tion ! Oh ! there is a dark spot upon 
my past life ; and if by any efforts in 
the temperance cause I can wipe it out, I 
shall feel that I have attained the height 
of my ambition. A bright star of hope 
now gleams upon my pathway, and the 
dark pall which has hung over my exis- 
tence for a few past years is looped up, 
and I can see in the distance the gleam- 
ing of that bright star ; and I thank God, 
who has plucked a brand from the burn- 
ing, and that I am deemed worthy to raise 
my voice in this cause which I love." 
Mr. Gough showed the heart-hardening 
influence of the liquor-traffic — the poor 
woman in Oxford, Mass., whose son re- 
turned from a long prodigal absence, 
having signed the pledge, but was in- 
duced by the heartless rumseller to 
drink before going home, and in the 
morning was found dead in the rum- 
seller's barn, the rumseller helping to 
carry him to his mother on a board, 
when the mother cursed him as the 
murderer of her son. He acknowledged 
he had given him the liquor, but did not 
know it was her son. She told him he 
did, and cursed him. His descriptive 
powers, his inimitable eloquence, that 
evening gave him the position of the 
prince of temperance lecturers. 

The three following anecdotes were 

i related with inimitable grace and tre- 
mendous effect by J. B. Gough at the 
Tabernacle in Broadway, in the first 
speech he delivered in New York City, 
in May, 1844. 

THE RUMSELLER AND THE YOUNG LADY. 

In one of the quiet towns of Massa- 
chusetts a young lady, the only child 



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of her parents, who had an accomplish- 
ed education and all the charms of 
modest beauty and noble intellect, 
went to a rumseller who was daily en- 
ticing her father to drink, intending 
soon to possess his snug little farm. 
She told him he was not only destroy- 
ing her father, but bringing ruin and 
disgrace on her and her mother. Oh ! 
he said, she would soon be married ; she 
need not trouble herself. She replied 
she never would. She could never con- 
sent to involve in their shame one that 
she loved. She would never leave her 
mother, but would work with her own 
hands, and every day bring him the 
amount of money he now received of 
her father, if he would sell him no 
more. She entreated him with tears. 
But, with an infernal leer, he asked the 
poor girl if he should say to her father 
that she had requested him to sell him 
no more. Her eyes flashed and reason 
reeled. " You are not a man ! " said 
she. She is now a maniac in the Wor- 
cester Asylum. 

THE RUMSELLER AND THE PETITION. 

A poor old lady, in another Eastern 
town, who formerly lived in affluence, 
had a husband and two sons who gave 
themselves up to intemperance. One 
day the fathei and sons were drinking 
at the tavern with others like them- 
selves, when a hearse passed by the 
door. One of the sons swore, with an 
idiot grin, he would be the next who 
rode in that carriage ! The next morn- 
ing he was found dead, with his face in 
a muddy pool of water not large 
enough to drown a cat. In view of 
this awful judgment, the mother wrote 
a petition to the rumseller, entreating 
him to sell her husband and remaining 
son no more liquor. The petition, under 
such circumstances, one would think, 
might have melted the heart of stone. 
But the rumseller cut it up, and rolled 
it into lighters, which he put in a tum- 
bler and set on the shelf; and every 
time the old man or his son came into 
the bar-room he would give them a 
cigar and hand down the tumbler of 
lighters t > light it, till they were all 
consumed ; and then he boasted that 
he had made the husband and son burn 
up the pious petition of the old woman ! 

THE DRUNKARD'S EXPERIENCE OF ONE 
DAY. 

How much untold misery can be 
crowded into one clay ! Horrors upon 



horrors, woes upon woes indescribable, 
and all within the short space of twenty- 
four hours. 

Mr. Gough once said: "Well I le- 
member the 4th of July, 1842. It was 
the most miserable day I ever experi- 
enced. And, young men, let me say 
here it is humiliating to me to thus lay 
bare the secrets of my own experience 
to you ; but I have vowed to God that 
all my faculties, all my energies, all the 
power he shall give me and the life he 
shall grant, shall be expended in battling 
the hard-headed, black-hearted iniquity ; 
and if I can, by showing the scars where 
the iron entered into my soul — by show- 
ing how I was hurrying to the rapids, 
until Infinite Mercy snatched me from 
the brink — if I can save any young man 
from a similar fate — save him as I was 
saved, as if by fire — I will bite the dust 
before you. I have sometimes found 
the experience of a man is sufficient to 
teach a vital truth without the addition 
of a word. If you go to a physician 
who has just amputated a limb, and 
hear him describe the operation, the 
rapidity of the movement, the mode of 
its execution, you may feel astonished 
at the skill displayed. You may turn 
away and think it was a very pretty 
operation. Go to the man who lost the 
limb ; hear him describe how he felt 
when the flesh was divided, when the 
knife touched tne bone, and you will 
think it was a horrible thing. Some 
may say it is egotistical. Now, I would 
not give that (snapping his fingers) for 
a minister of religion who was not in 
this respect egotistical ; who could not 
tell what he knew of the deceitfulness 
of the human heart, of the renewing in- 
fluences of the grace of God. When I 
tell you what I have known of this bit- 
terness, I can stand up and say that the 
curtain that hung over the drunkard's 
grave is lifted ; the bright star of hope 
is beaming upon me, growing brighter 
and brighter every day, until to-night I 
can feel, as it were, bathed in a flood of 
light, and can thank God for his infi- 
nite mercy. I will, therefore, give the 
experience of that day without hesita- 
tion. I had, to that time, no friends — 
acquaintances I had, it is true, but no 
friends. Ah ! young men, it is a hard 
thing to find yourself thus alone, to feel 
that you are a waif upon the stream, 
not a tear shed for your troubles or a 
throb of pleasure felt in your prosperity. 
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upon nie — never in the wild forest, 
never in the woods, where the singing 
of the birds and the whisperings of the 
winds are heard, but among the haunts 
of men ; to walk in the city, street after 
street, and see no familiar face ; to have 
no home, rambling over God's earth 
as if over a burning desert, with no 
resting-place for the sole of the foot. I 
was alone, and I thought, as I had no 
friends and no money, I would go to 
work. I did. I am a book-binder by 
trade, and I was soon hammering away 
upon the books. Presently I heard 
some music. Now, I am passionately 
fond of music, and I could not resist 
the temptation to go out into the street 
and hear it. Just as I was going out 
a gentleman said to me, ' It is a beauti- 
ful sight.' * It is? What is it ? ' ' The 
temperance societies at the back of 
the grove on their way to take part in 
the ceremonies of the day.' ' Oh ! ' said 
I, ' I want nothing to do with them.' 
And so saying, I went up-stairs, and 
began hammering again. The music 
came nearer and nearer. I couldn't 
stand it any longer. ' I don't care,' I 
said, 'whether they be temperance 
bands or not, but I must go and hear 
them.' I went into the street, and lean- 
ed against a post. As the teetotalers 
approached, I tried hard, as many do, 
to put a sneer on my face and to curl 
the lip, that passers-by should think 
that one man was looking on with a 
great deal of contempt on the proceed- 
ings — ' a parcel of old women —teeto- 
talers ! Pooh ! ' It was certainly a 
beautiful sight. The banners were flut- 
tering away in the wind, the people 
looked cheerful and healthy, the music 
was full of spirit. When the last in the 
procession had turned the corner, I felt 
as if a beautiful picture had been hid- 
den. I was much affected, and the 
tears coursed down my cheeks. I 
came there to sneer, but it had made 
me think of the time when I was a hap- 
py boy ; it made me think of the time 
when, in the little village of Sandgate, 
William Wilberforce gave me a prayer- 
book ; when I kneeled by my mother's 
knee, and when her soft, warm hand 
was laid on my head. In contrast to 
that — and the contrast thrilled through 
every nerve — I saw a poor, desolate, 
despised drunkard. Oh ! how bitterly 
I felt ! I went to work until night. 
Tiie 1 I went to the hotel I was accus- 
touijJ to frequent. 'Give me some 



brandy,' I said. I took it and drank it. 
4 Give me some more ! ' I took that 
and drank it. ' Give me more ! ' ' You 
have had enough.' ' I don't care, I 
will have more.' The young men 
said afterwards I was mad. I scared 
| them by my talk. At three o'clock in 
! the morning I went out of the town, 
and bathed my brow in the clear air. I 
went to the graveyard, and read of those 
whom I had known in the days of the 
past ; I pulled up the grass in my fren- 
zy, and cursed my own infatuation. I 
had a bottle of laudanum in my pocket, 
and sat leaning for a little while on a 
fence bordering on a railroad, and be- 
gan to think how I wished I could lie 
there and let the next train of cars cut 
me in two. I wished to die. Then I 
thought of men being sometimes found 
cut in two by a train, with a bottle of 
liquor by their side, and of its being 
called an accident instead of the truth 
— a suicide with such circumstances as 
mine for the cause. I took the bottle 
and drew the cork, but my hand shook, 
and that saved my life ; for the very 
edge of the glass struck against my 
teeth. I looked to the city, and heard 
the hum of business. ' I was a man 
who had seen good days, not a poor 
miserable thing yet. I am as God 
made me. I am neglected by society.' 
Bitter in spirit, I entered the inn again. 
1 Give me some brandy ! Ha ! ha ! 
who cares ? ' That, young men, is one 
day in the life of a drunkard. 



Gough and the Terrible Woman. 

J. B. Gough relates the following in 
his autobiography with inimitable 
grace : 

I have more than once spoken to an 
audience of what are termed " out- 
casts," and a pitiful sight it is. On one 
occasion I addressed eight hundred, 
and on another — in Glasgow — over three 
thousand. The city missionaries had, 
by their influence, induced the poor 
creatures to come There were rags, 
and filth, and degradation beyond de- 
scription. It seemed as if the last lin- 
gering trace of human beauty had been 
dashed out by the hoof of debauchery, 
and the die of the devil stamped on the 
defaced image of God ; and all of them 
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— men and women — yes, and children — 
with such human histories of want and 
suffering, privation and misery, as 
might well be traced in tears and writ- 
ten in blood. 

On one occasion, as I entered the au- 
dience-room, where some hundreds of 
this class had assembled, with the pro- 
vost of the borough and a minister of 
the town, who accompanied me, the 
former said, as we came in : " Mr. Gough, 
you have ' Fire ■ in the house to-night." 

I asked, " What do you mean ?" 

He said, " Do you see that tall wo- 
man near the platform ?" 

" Yes." 

" Her nickname is ' Hell-fire ' ; she 
is known by no other name in the vicin- 
ity of her wretched residence. When 
she appears in the street, the boys cry 
1 Fire ! Fire !' She is the most incorri- 
gible woman in the borough. She has 
been brought before me scores of times, 
and sentenced to imprisonment from 
four days to six months She is ripe 
for mischief, and if she makes a disturb- 
ance you will see such a row as you 
never saw before. The power of the 
woman's tongue in blasphemy is horri- 
ble." 

When I rose to address the audience, 
I expected a row, and confess to a ner- 
vous feeling of apprehension. I spoke 
to them as men and woman, not as out- 
casts or things. I told them poverty 
was hard to bear, but there might be 
comfort, light, and peace with poverty ; 
told them I had been poor, very poor ; 
spoke to them of my mother and her 
struggles ; then of her faith, and love, 
and hope ; that there was no degradation 
in poverty — only sin caused that. In 
proportion to wrong-doing was the de- 
gradation, and so on. I saw a naked 
arm and hand lifted in the crowd, and 
heard a voice cry out : " That's all 
true." 

The woman (" Fire ") rose to her feet, 
and facing me, said : " That's a' true, 
mon ; ye're telling the truth." And 
stretching her arms to the audience, 
said : " The mon kens what he's talking 
aboot." 

When I concluded, she came on the 
platform, and I almost thought she 
might tackle me. She was a large wo- 
man, and looked like a hard hitter, and 
I never desired to come in contact with 
" strong-minded " orbig-tisted women ; 
but after looking at me a moment, she 
said: " Tak' a gude look at me, mon. 



| I'm a bit of a beauty, an't I ?" Then 
i coming close to me, " Would you gi'e 
| a body like me the pledge?" 

I answered at once, " Yes, ma'am." 

A gentleman said : " She cannot keep 
it ; she will be drunk before she goes to 
bed to-night . Better not give her the 
pledge." 

I turned to her: " Madam, here is a 
gentleman who says you cannot keep it 
if you sign it." 

Clenching her fist, she said : " Show 
me the mon." 

I asked : ''Can you keep it?" 

"Can I? If I say I wull, I can." 

" Then you say you will ?" 

" I wull." 

" Give me your hand on that." And I 
shook hands with her. She signed it, 
and I said : " I know you will keep it ; 
and before I go to America I will come 
and see you." 

" Come and see me when you wull," 
she answered, "and you'll find I ha'e 
kept it." 

It must have been two years from 
that time I was speaking there again, 
and after the lecture a gentleman said 
to me : " I wish to introduce to you an 
old friend, whom perhaps you have for- 
gotten — ' Mrs. Archer,' no longer 'Fire.'" 

I was introduced, and shook hands 
heartily with her and her daughter, who 
sat by her. I had noticed the woman 
during my speech, for she hardly took 
her eyes off me from the time I rose till 
! I sat down. I went to her house, and 
| part of what she said to me was this : 

"Ah ! Mr. Gough, I'm a puir body; 
I dinna ken much, and what little I ha'e 
kenned has been knocked out of me by 
the staffs of the policemen ; for they beat 
me aboot the head a good deal, and 
knocked prutty much a' the sense out 
of me ; but sometimes I ha'e a dream 
—I dream I'm drunk, and fichting, and 
the police ha'e got me again ; and then 
I get out of my bed, and I go down on 
my knees, and I don't go back to my 
bed till the daylight comes, and I keep 
saying : ' God keep me ; for I canna get 
drunk any mair.' " 

Her daughter said : " Ay, mon ! 
I've heered my mither in the dead of 
night, on the bare floor, crying, ' God 
keep me'; and I've said, 'Come to yer 
bed, mither, ye'll be cauld '; and she'll 
tell me, ' No, no, I canna get drunk any 
mair.' " 

I received a letter from the provost of 
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ing me that Mrs. Archer (" Fire ") had 
been faithful to her promise, was keep- 
ing a small provision store or shop, 
had taken a little orphan boy out of the 
streets, and was bringing him up well, 
and sending me her photograph. 

THE DRUNKEN HUSBAND AND THE SUF- 
FERING WIFE. 

John B. Gough related the following 
touching story in his own inimitable 
style : I was once asked to go and see 
a drunkard — the worst, they said, in the 
whole town. i said, " You have no 
right to ask me to go and see him, un- 
less he wishes to see me ; if he comes 
to me, I will see him ; or if he wishes 
me to go to his house, I will go." If I 
went unbidden he might say, " Who told 
you I was a drunkard ? Mind your own 
business, and I will mind mine ; wait 
until I send for you." I have no more 
right to go into the poor man's house 
than into that splendid mansion. The 
servants would turn me out there ; and 
the working-man has as much pride as 
another man. " But," it was replied, 
" the man beat a little girl fourteen 
years of age (and she will carry the 
marks to her grave) because she went 
to bed before he went home." " I do 
not want," I said, " to go to such a man." 
" But, his wife is very ill with a bilious 
fever, and the doctor thinks she cannot 
get over it ; the man has not been drink- 
ing for some days, and if you could see 
him now I believe you might do him 
some good." Under these circumstances 
I said I would go, arrd I went accord- 
ingly, and tried to make some excuse 
for calling. When he came to the door 
he knew me. " Mr. Gough?" he said. 
" Yes," said I ; " will you give me a tum- 
bler of water, if you please ? " " Oh ! yes ; 
won't you walk in?" I then walked in, 
and I sat one side of the table and he 
the other. Two little children were 
playing in the room ; and a door was 
half opened which led into another room 
where ;he wife was lying ill. I began 
to talk to the man about everything I 
could think of but temperance — about 
trade, the crops, railroads — till I got on 
to drink, then he headed me off. I be- 
gan again, and talked about the badness 
of the roads, travelling, business, drink 
— he headed me off again. I fancied I 
saw a malicious smile in his eyes, as 
much as to say. " Young man, you are 
not up to your business yet"; and I 
tiiou.^;t I ma t £ive it m. Providen- 



tially, I thought of the children, and I 
said, " Pretty-looking children those, 
sir." " Yes, sir," said he, " they are 
pretty good children." " And you love 
your children, don't you ? " " Bless the 
children ! " said he, " to be sure I do." 
" And you would do anything in the 
world to benefit them, wouldn't you? " 
I asked. Then he looked as if he ex- 
pected something else was coming ; but 
he said, " Yes, to be sure, I ought to be 
willing to benefit my children." " Well," 
said I, " I am going to ask you a plain, 
simple question — don't be angry with 
me : suppose you never drank any more 
liquor as long as you lived, don't you 
think those children would be better 
off? " " Well," he said, apparently puz- 
zled, " I own you have got me this time ; 
the children would be better off if I were 
to quit drink." " And you have a good 
wife, haven't you ? " I enquired. " Yes, 
she is as good a wife as ever a man 
had." "And you love your wife?" 
"To be sure I do." "And would do 
anything to please her?" "Well, I 
ought to." "Now," said I, "suppose 
you should sign the pledge ; would that 
please her?" "By thunder, I guess it 
would ; I couldn't do a thing that would 
please her like that. If I signed the 
pledge, I believe my old woman would 
be about her business in two weeks." 
" Then you will do it, won't you ? " "I 
guess I will." And he at once spread 
out the paper, squared his yards, and 
wrote his name. The children had been 
listening with eyes wide open, looking 
like little saucers, as we were talking 
about temperance. One said to the 
other, "Father has signed the pledge." 
"Oh!" cried the other, astonished, "I 
will go and tell mother." And away she 
ran. The mother, when she heard it, 
called out, " Luke, Luke, come in here." 
The man went in, and took me with 
him. The wife's face was ghastly pale, 
the eye large and sunk in the socket ; 
with her long, thin fingers she griped 
my hand, and with the other took the 
hand of her husband ; and her face, 
sharp as it was, looked radiant in the 
light that seemed to bathe it, coming 
from the throne of everlasting love. 
She then told me what a good husband 
she had. " Luke," she said, " is a kind 
husband and a good father ; he takes 
care of the family, and is very kind to 
them ; but the drink, you know, some- 
times makes a little difficulty." Oh ! 
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crushed drunkard's wife know what it 
is. The man shook like a leaf; then 
tearing down his wife's night-dress, he 
said, " Look at that!" On her white 
shoulders was a bad-looking mark. 
Again he said, " Look at that ! " and I 
saw a bruise on her neck, which made 
my flesh creep. " Three days before she 
was taken sick," he said, " I struck her. 
God forgive me ! She has been telling 
you she has got a good husband. Am 
I? Am I a good husband? Look at 
that ! God Almighty forgive me." He 
bowed over that woman, and I never 
saw a man cry so in my life ; it seemed 
as if he had gone into convulsions. 
" Don't cry, Luke," sobbed his wife, 
" don't, please don't ; you would not 
have struck me if it hadn't been for the 
drink. Now you have signed the pledge, 
we shall all be happy again. Don't cry." 

PORTRAIT OF THE DRUNKARD. 

The following portrait of the drunk- 
ard was sketched and painted by a 
master-hand, John B. Gough, who well 
knew by sad experience what he was 
talking about : " Look at the drunkard ! 
What is he? Look at him, gibbering 
in the idiocy of drunkenness, the dull 
waters of disease standing stagnant in 
his eyes, sensuality seated upon his 
cracked, swollen lips. What is he? His 
intellectual nature become devil, his ani- 
mal become beast. What is he? See 
him swept out with the pitiful leavings of 
a dram-shop, the horrible stench of the 
last night's debauch clinging to him. 
What is he? Society has shaken him 
out of her superabundant lap as a thing 
unworthy of love or pity. Yet is he a 
man, not a thing ; a man, not an ani- 
mal — a being having a man's heart, a 
man's brain, a man's sensibility ; that 
can stand up and say, I am greater than 
all God's material universe ; that is but 
the nursery of my infant soul, sublime 
as it is. Which is greater, the child or 
the nursery? I am greater than God's 
material universe. I can say to the sun, 
" I am greater than thou art, thou glori- 
ous orb, for I shall be when thou art 
not. When thou hast perished ; when 
ten thousand storms have passed over 
the mountain-tops ; when the lightnings 
of heaven shall no longer play on the 
highest pinnacles of the earth ; when 
the stars shall melt and disappear ; 
when the universe shall be moved as a 
cottage, and all material things shall 
pass away in the final crash of doom, I 



shall still live ; for within me is the fire 
of God, a spark of immortality that can- 
not be put out."' Now look at him 
— poor, miserable, besotted, creeping 
wretch, in his deep, dark, damning 
abasement — and will you not curse the 
influence that makes him what he is? 
Will you not, in the name of a common 
humanity, come up on the mighty battle- 
plain, and war against the instrumen- 
tality that thus debases a human bro- 
ther ?" 

A CURE FOR COMPLICATED DISEASES. 

Mr. Gough observes : " Some physi- 
cians may prescribe it conscientiously ; 
but I believe some prescribe it because 
they are such miserable dolts they 
ought to send back their diploma ; they 
do not deserve it. They do not know 
what ails a patient, and so they will 
prescribe beer ; and I believe some of 
them are in partnership with some of 
the brewers too, and they give beer just 
as i heard of a physician who gave 
medicine. He was a regular stingy 
fellow, and when he made up prescrip- 
tions he had a big black bottle, into 
which he used to put all that was left. 
There was in that bottle Epsom salts, 
rhubarb, mercury, and all kinds of pow- 
ders and drops — everything that he had 
ever prescribed ; if there was anything 
left, he put it in the black bottle. 
Somebody said to him, ' You are very 
saving ; what is the use of it ?' ' Oh !' 
said he, ' when I find a poor fellow that 
has got a complication of diseases, you 
know, and I don't know what upon 
earth to do for him, I give him a dose 
out of the black bottle.' I believe some 
of these doctors don't know what to do 
with their patients, and so they tell 
them to take a little porter, or some- 
thing of that sort, for it is a handy thing 
to recommend. But we are not waging 
war against intoxicating drink as a 
medicine ; we are waging war against 
it as a beverage, because it is utterly 
useless. 

"the rapids. 

" I remember riding from Buffalo to 
Niagara Falls, and I said to a gentle- 
man, 'What river is that, sir?' 'That,' 
he said, ' is Niagara River.' 'Well, it is 
a beautiful stream,' said I, ' bright, and 
fair, and glassy ; how far off are the 
rapids?' 'Only a mile or two,' was the 
| reply. ' Is it possible that only a mile 
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turbulence which it must show when 
near the falls ?' ' You will find it so, 
sir.' And so I found it ; and that first 
sight of the Niagara I shall never for- 
get. Now launch your bark on that 
Niagara River; it is bright, smooth, 
beautiful, and glassy. There is a rip- 
ple at the bow ; the silvery wake you 
leave behind adds to your enjoyment. 
Down the stream you glide, oars, sails, 
and helm in proper trim, and you set 
out on your pleasure excursion. Sud- 
denly some one cries out from the 
bank, ' Young men, ahoy !' ' What is 
it?' 'The rapids are below you.' 'Ha! 
ha ! we have heard of the rapids, but 
we are not such fools as to get there. 
If we go too fast, then we shall up with 
the helm and steer to the shore ; we 
will set the mast in the socket, hoist 
the sail, and speed to land. Then on, 
boys ! Don't be alarmed ; there's no 
danger.' ' Young men, ahoy there !' 
'What is it?' 'The rapids are below 
you.' ' Ha, ha ! we will laugh and 
quaff; all things delight us. What 
care we for the future? No man eve 1 " 
saw it. Sufficient for the day is the 
evil thereof. We will enjoy life while 
we may ; we will catch pleasure as it 
flies. This is enjoyment ; time enough 
to steer out of danger when we are sail- 
ing swiftly with the current.' ' Young 
men, ahoy !' ' What is it?' ' Beware ! 
beware ! The rapids are below you.' 
Now you see the water foaming all 
round. See how fast you pass that 
point! Up with the helm ! Now turn! 
Pull hard ! quick ! quick ! Pull for 
your lives ! Pull till the blood starts 
from the nostrils, and the veins stand 
like whipcord upon the brow ! Set the 
mast in the socket ! Hoist the sail ! Ah ! 
ah ! it is too late. Shrieking, cursing, 
howling, blaspheming — over you go. 
Thousands go over the rapids every 
year, through the power of evil habit, 
crying all the while, ' When I find out, 
that it is injuring me, I will give it up.' " 

THE PRISONER'S CONFESSION. 

Mr. Gough gives the following: "In 
the United States I have been accus- 
tomed to speak in State prisons — 
although I was not allowed to do so in 
this country, when the wife of a poor j 
miserable creature wanted me to speak 
a word to her husband — and having 
been permitted to ask the question, I 
' What brought you here?' the answer 
almost invariably has been, ' Drink, 



drink, drink!' I remember, in New 
Hampshire prison, I saw a very bene- 
volent-looking man seated before me. 
The chaplain said, ' Do you see that 
man ? ' ' Yes.' ' I want you to notice 
him particularly.' I did. ' That man/ 
said he, ' is here for murder.' ' What ! 
a man like that ? ' ' Yes, for the mur- 
der of his wife.' When I went round, 
I took hold of his hand and said to him, 
' Now, my friend, I have heard of your 
crime, and am perfectly astonished when 
I look at you, and I want to know the 
reason why you did it.' He looked at 
me a moment, and said, ' Yes, I loved 
my wife and children as well as any 
man in New Hampshire ever loved a 
wife and child. I loved them, sir ; but 
I drank — I drank — I neglected them. 
It went on and on ; my wife's face grew 
paler, and her eye grew larger, and I 
caught her many and many a time 
weeping bitterly ; and it made me mad 
— mad with myself ; I knew I was caus- 
ing it ; and then,' said he, ' I would 
wish she was dead. I could not bear 
to see that pale, pleading face every- 
where — at the corner of the street, in 
the dram-shop, in the very glass I would 
see her glittering eye upon me ; and it 
made me mad — mad, sir. And some- 
times I would be sober for a week or 
two, and then I would feel sorry I had 
ever said a word to her ; but drink I 
must, and then I would wish her dead. 
One day I came into the house ; she 
did not hear me ; she did not know I 
was there. She was seated upon a 
chair, with her elbow upon the table, 
and her pale face lay upon her hand, 
and the comb had fallen from her hair, 
and her long hair (she had beautiful 
hair) hung all down her shoulders. 
And I stood and looked, and I saw 
the tears rolling down her cheeks one 
after another. The devil entered into 
me. I went into the next room ; I got 
a rifle, and shot her dead ! I am here ; I 
do not expect to get out ; I want no 
pardon. I am sentenced to prison for 
life. But oh ! sir, believe me, believe 
me,' and he grasped my hand — 'believe 
me, I never would have done it, if it 
had not been for the drink ! Oh ! no. " 

THE TESTAMENT AND THE PINT OF GIN. 

John B. Gough relates the following 
story as no other man could I 

"Is this }^our child, woman?" said 
the lady. " Yes." " Do you send her to 
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clothes to go." " I'll find her clothes." 
" But her father would sell them for 
drink." "Well, send her to my house 
on a Sunday morning, and I'll give her 
clothes to go to school, and she can come 
home in her old clothes." The girl went 
to school, and was very attentive, and 
they gave her a Testament. She soon was 
able to read it. Then she would ask 
people, " Jesus says, ' Suffer little chil- 
dren to come unto me ' ; does he mean 
all little children? " And how glad she 
was to find that he was no respecter of 
persons ! She soon lay on her death- 
bed, and she hugged the Testament al- 
ways to her heart, and asked people to 
read it for her. The father came in and 
sat by the side of his child. I will 
never forget his look as he told me, " 1 
was mad. I wanted drink. I must 
have it. There was fire in me, and I 
must have it. I had stripped the house 
of everything I could lay my hands on ; 
and if they had not kept a watch, I 
would have stolen the bed of my dying 
child ; and had she been dead, I would 
have stolen her body." He thought she 
slept. He just looked at her, and put 
his hand under her pillow, took out the 
Testament, and got a pint of gin for it. 
" The gin started the stagnant blood in 
my stomach, and I felt better. I sat 
down by her side. As I sat there, the 
stupefying influences of the drink made 
me feel pleasure, though momentary." 
She awoke, laid her hand on his, and 
said, " Father, I am going to heaven ; 
for Jesus said, ' Suffer little children to 
come unto me,' and I have come as well 
as I knew how. But, father, when I 
get to heaven, if Jesus should ask me 
what you did with my little Testament, 
what shall I tell him?" It was like a 
flash of lightning through him. He had 
robbed her of the precious Word of God, 
and robbed her of it for a pint of gin ! 
It all flashed before him. He looked 
at her as a swift-accusing messenger. 
"And," said he, "that child, before she 
died, held my two hands in her little 
ones, and heard me cry, * God be mer- 
ciful to me a sinner ! ' " That man, you i 
could not dream he could have been \ 
such a brute. The blessing of many who I 
were ready to perish rests upon him. I 
He now works and labors and toils, a I 
humble, devoted servant of Christ, j 
Take away from a man the power of : 
drink, and he becomes a man like you, 
with human affections and sensibili- I 
ties. 



THE POWER OF SYMPATHY. 

A man was leaning, much intoxicated, 
against a tree ; some little girls coming 
from school saw him there, and at once 
said to each other, " What shall we do 
for him ?" 

Presently one said : " Oh ! I'll tell 
you ; let's sing him a temperance song." 
And so they did. Collecting around 
him, they sang : 

" Away the bowl, away the bowl," 

and so on in beautiful tones. 

The poor fellow enjoyed the singing, 
and, when they had finished the song, 
said : " Sing again, little girls, sing." 

" We will," said they, " if you will 
sign the temperance pledge." 

" No, no ; we are not at a temperance 
meeting ; there are no pledges here." 

" I have a pledge," cries one. " And 
I have a pencil," cried another ; and 
holding up pledge and pencil, they be- 
sought him to sign it. 

" No, no ; I won't sign now. Sing for 
me." 

So they sang again : 

" The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl 
Is not the drink for me." 

" Oh ! do sing again," said he, as he 
wiped the tears from his eyes. 

"No, no more," said they, "unless 
you'll sign the pledge. Sign it, and we'll 
sing for you." 

He pleaded for the singing, but they 
were firm, and declared they would go 
away if he would not sign. 

" But," said the poor fellow, striving 
to find an excuse, " there's no table 
here. How can I write without a 
table ?" 

At this, a quiet, modest, pretty little 
creature came up timidly, with a finger 
on her lips, and said : " You can spread 
the pledge on the crown of your hat, 
and I'll hold it up for you." 

Off went the hat, and the child held it, 
and the pledge was signed ; and the 
little girls sang with a thrill of de- 
light, 

l * Oh ! water for me, bright water for me." 

I heard that man in Worcester town- 
hall, with uplifted hands and quivering 
lip, say : " I thank God for the sympa- 
thy of those children. I shall thank 
God to all eternity *hat he sent those 
little children as ministers of mercy to 
me." — J. B. Cough's Autobiography. 



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u Awful " Gardner and His Expe- 
riences. 

Orville Gardner, of New York, famil- 
iarly known as " Awful Gardner " on 
account of his awful character and 
awful conduct, is " a brand plucked from 
the burning." His was a ransom from 
near the pit. He is a prodigy of mercy, 
a miracle of grace. I have heard him 
relate his drunken, temperance, and 
Christian experience. He does not be- 
long to the class that separates tempe- 
rance from religion or substitutes tem- 
perance for religion, but blends them 
together. I heard him relate his expe- 
rience, and he concluded thus : "lama 
passenger on the golden railroad of 
heaven. I have a through ticket, and 
there are no draw-bridges on the road w 
— alluding to the disaster at Norwalk 
occasioned by the draw-bridge — " and 
Jesus is my conductor." We will let him 
speak for himself. After his reform he 
made his first talk in Newark, N. J. 
He detailed his experience in a naive 
and simple yet interesting manner, 
and claimed the sympathy of the audi- 
ence in the remarks he was about to 
make. He had never before attempted 
to make a temperance lecture, and did 
not know how he should succeed. But 
he would do the best he could, and 
hoped to have the help of God. There 
were two sides to this question as well 
as all others. One was the rum side, 
the other the sobriety side He propos- 
ed to look a little while at both sides 
He would take for his text the rum- 
drinker. He commenced by drinking 
hard cider, then strong beer, then a 
little wine, then a drop of brandy, until 
finally he could take his gin and sugar 
without any water. You will find him 
at last in the lowest places to be found, 
drinking miserable fire-water. Then he 
loses his health, self-respect, character, 
and looks what we used to call decid- 
edly " seedy." You will see him with 
his boots down at the heels, the knee 
of his pants worn till it is perfectly 
glazed with grease, and it's not much 
longer before the knee protrudes, and 
he is bare-footed, hatless, coatless, 
vestless, and almost shirtless — all, all 
swept off by the tyrant rum. His family 
are robbed of food and raiment, and are 
turned out of home. I believe, my 
friends, I have been just there myself. 
I have been so drunk I wis not fit to go 
home to my wife. The en J of the roai 



; is at the bottom of the hill, and there 

j will every man bring up wlio continues 

I the use of rum. He tnanked God that 

he had been saved fiom the gutter. He 

had got so low that he had begun to 

lose his shame. 

The sober man was happy ; he had a 
home, friends, money, and a chance for 
riches. He goes along saving the money 
others are spending for rum, and is get- 
ting wealthy. I used to think there 
was no fun without rum, but I was mis- 
erably mistaken. Rum sometimes makes 
a person get up on his dignity, and he 
feels very large, as if he owned half of 
the town. I have seen the time when I 
was high, when I would parade the 
streets with my hat cocked on one side 
of my head, and imagine I was mayor 
of the city or some other dignitary, fear- 
ing neither God nor man, without a 
shilling in my pocket. 

But when I got sober, and the rum 
had all gone out of me, I found I was 
hardly anybody. Imagination will some- 
times carry a person a very long dis- 
tance. But I hope I have done with 
such scenes for ever. 

The life I now lead is a life of peace 
and joy. I have been a bad man, and I 
am ashamed of it. What a bad man I 
was in this city years ago ! I was 
" Awful Gardner." What a terrible 
name ! But I have got religion, thank 
God for it ! I felt sorry here to-night, as 
I thought of my past transgressions. I 
felt glad to see so many here, and I am 
glad to stand up before you as a monu- 
ment of God's mercy. Now, my dear 
friends, I have to bring in religion in 
this little conversation of mine, because 
I think religion and temperance are 
closely connected with each other A 
drunkard has no happiness here or in 
eternity. Sobriety is the best life t ) 
lead. I know it by experience, that 
best of teachers. 

My life has been an eventful one. I 
have passed through many scenes when 
my brain has been on fire through the 
use of strong drink. We go in a saloon 
and sit down, and pay our shilling, take 
the liquor dealt out to us, and then wait 
for some one to come in and treat. 
Some one does come in, and we drink 
again and again, until we find our way 
in the gutter. I have been incarcerated 
in prison, oh ! how many times I can't 
tell. I own the corn. I have been 
locked up all over the country. I have 
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bany, and all through Canada, and 
away down South — always for getting 
drunk or getting in a fight while under 
the influence of the maddening cup. 
There is no use of talking, I have been 
through the mill. But a merciful God 
has spared me, and stayed my steps ere 
yet it was too late. 

I may wander away from the path of 
righteousness, but I trust not. I had 
hard work to leave off drinking rum. 
.Gin and sugar in the morning seemed 
necessary to my existence. I was a 
perfect slave to rum. Rum led me into 
all sorts of trouble, and never yet got 
me out of a single scrape. Rum is a 
very large two-edged sword, and with it 
the devil cuts off scores of human be- 
ings. It nearly took my head off. I 
did not sign the pledge. My conscience 
kept troubling me every time I took a 
drink of rum, and I went to Boston, to 
see if a spree with boon companions 
there would not destroy its pangs. The 
first move I made there, I was locked 
up. Some friend got me out of jail, and 
I got drunk and kept drunk for some 
time. I had a little touch of the tre- 
mens, and raised a fourth-story window 
to jump out and kill myself, but the 
Lord saved me. I had to walk the 
street all night, for fear I would jump 
from the window. I returned, bringing 
my guilty conscience with me. Finally 
I got a bottle of old Jamaica, and went 
down on Long Island, and there, alone, 
I struggled with the appetite within me. 
I prayed to God to aid me, and he did. 
I rose up and said, " God, I will quit." 
I resolved never to taste another drop 
of liquor, and I buried the bottle. God 
has aided me, and, may it please him, 
the bottle will never have a resurrection. 
Man can accomplish great and wonder- 
ful things, if he only puts himself in ex- 
ercise. 

A sober man is within arm's reach of 
religion. Temperance brings him to 
the very door. No man can drink 
liquor and serve God. I told Jesus 
Christ, if he would convert me, I would 
give myself, soul and body, up to him 
and his work, and I am trying to keep 
my promise. I verily believe I never 
would have been converted but for the 
prayers of a good old mother. O 
mothers ! pray for your children. 

I never forgot the family altar and the 
Sabbath-school of my youth, and many 
a time have the recollections of tho3e 
things caused inc to weep in my course 



of sin. God will answer prayer. Now, 
young men, come to Jesus. Renounce 
rum and all iniquity. It only takes 
this money thrown away and dresses 
you well, and enables you to make ex- 
cursions for recreation in the country. 
May God help you to give your heait 
to him and your hand to the pledge. 



Give Me back My Husband. 

Not many years since a young mar- 
ried couple fiom the far, " fast-anchored 
isle " sought our shores with the most 
sanguine anticipations of prosperity and 
happiness. They had begun to realize 
more than they had seen in the visions 
of hope, when in an evil hour the hus- 
band was tempted " to look upon the 
wine when it was red,' ; and to taste of 
it " when it gave its color in the cup." 
The charmer fastened around its victim 
all the serpent-spells of its sorcery, and 
he fell ; and at every step of his rapid 
degradation, from the man to the brute, 
and downward, a heart-string broke in 
the bosom of his companion. 

Finally, with the last spark of hope 
flickering on the altar of her heart, she 
threaded her way into one of these 
shambles where man is made such a 
thing as the beasts of the field bellow 
at. She pressed her way through the 
bacchanalian crowd who were revelling 
there in their ruin. With her bosom 
full of "that perilous stuff that preys 
upon the heart " she stood before the 
pander of her husband's destiny, and 
exclaimed in tones of startling anguish, 
" Give me back my husband ! " 

" There's your husband," said the man, 
as he pointed towards the prostrate 
wretch. "That my husband! What 
have you done to him? That my hus- 
band ! What have you done to tin t 
noble form, that once, like a giant oak, 
held its protecting shade over the fra- 
gile vine that clung to it for support and 
shelter? That my husband ! With what 
torpedo chill have you touched the sin- 
ews of that manly arm ? That my hus- 
band ! What have you done to that 
noble brow, which he once wore high 
among his fellows, as if it bore the su 
perscription of the Godhead ? That my 
husband ! What have you done to that 
eye with which he was wont to ' look 
erect in heaven,' and see in his mirror 
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cLug have you poured into his veins,, 
and turned the ambling fountains of 
his heart into black, bitter, and burning 
pitch? Give me back my husband! 
Undo )^our basilisk spells, and give me 
back the man that stood with me at the 
altar." 

The ears of the rumseller, ever since 
the first demijohn of that burning liquid 
was opened upon our shores, have been 
saluted, at every stage of the traffic, with 
just such appeals as this. Such wives, 
such widows and mothers, such fathers 
and fatherless, as never mourned in 
Israel at the massacre of Bethlehem or 
at the burning of the Temple, have 
cried in his ears, morning, noon, and 
evening, " Give me back my husband ! 
Give me back my father ! Give me back 
my boy ! Give me back my brother ! " 

But has the rumseller been con- 
founded or speechless at these appeals? 
No ! not he. He could show his cre- 
dentials at a moment's notice with 
proud defiance. He always carried in 
his pocket a written absolution for all 
he had done, and could do, in his work 
of destruction. He had bought a letter 
of indulgence — I mean license ! a pre- 
cious instrument, signed and sealed by 
an authority stronger and more respect- 
able than the pope's. He confounded ! 
Why, the whole artillery of civil power 
was ready to open in his defence and 
support. Thus shielded by the segis 
of the law, he had nothing to fear from 
the enemies of his traffic. He had the 
image and superscription of Csesar, or 
his credentials, and unto Caesar he ap- 
pealed ; and unto Csesar, too, his vic- 
tims appealed, and appealed in vain. 



Grandmother's Temperanoe Story. 

H. Stuart relates the following story 
of grandmothers. Alas ! how many 
grandmothers could tell tales of woe 
and stories of anguish. 

11 1 hear you children talk a great deal 
about temperance," said our old grand- 
ma. " Would you like to hear the first 
temperance story that I ever heard?" 

" Oh ! yes," we all exclaimed, always 
ready for one of grandma's stories. 

"When I was a little girl, we lived 
among the hills of Scotland, where my 
father had a large sheep-farm. Tem- 
perance was never heard of then, and 
every day for dinner we had home-made 



beer, and all drank as much as they 
wanted ; and no friend ever came in 
without being asked to have some old 
whiskey. On market and fair days I 
have seen the men come home sick, as 
the little folks were told ; and all the 
remark that would be made about it 
was, ' Folks must have a little fun 
J sometimes.' I used to think that get- 
ting sick was queer fun ; but as I grew 
i to understand that it was the whiskey 
; that made them sick, I would wonder 
j how people would take so much trou- 
ble to brew a^'thing that made them 
; sick and cross for a long time after they 
drank it. 

" One day I shall never forget ; we 
! were in the kitchen with our mother, 
! who was speaking very kindly to a 
! poor crazy woman, who had stopped to 
1 rest and beg a cup of milk. Mother 
j felt so sorry for the old woman that 
j she brought a glass of hot whiskey 
j and offered it to her. In an instant 
> glass and whiskey were hurled to the 
i back of the fire. How her eyes spar- 
; kled ! She screamed out, ' How dare 
; you give me a drink of fire — fire, I 
j say?* We did not know what to think, 
j and clung to mother, who tried to quiet 
j the old woman, but it was of no use. 
j ' I want to warn you and your pretty 
; little ones never to taste the stuff that 
has burned up my husband and child, 
I and left me to wander without a home. 
I was married to as fine a lad as ever 
walked, and we had a sweet little babe 
and cosey home. My husband and I al- 
ways kept the jug in the corner of the 
cupboard. After a while I thought it 
had to be filled a great deal oftener than 
when we were first married, and not 
only that, but Joe (my husband) would 
stay too long when out with a friend ; 
and I would mix some hot drink to put 
me to sleep, and sometimes would 
drink so much I could scarcely remem- 
ber even to go to bed afterward. So 
you see I was getting fond of it too. 

11 [ One night I left the baby in Joe's 
care, and set the jug and a glass on the 
table for company while I stayed with a 
sick neighbor. Before morning, we 
heard a noise, and, going out, found it 
was my house in flames ; but by the 
time we got there, the roof had fallen 
in on Joe and the baby. They never 
would have been burned up if he had 
not had the jug for company. He must 
have drunk himself stupid, and let the 
candle or his pipe fall into the cradle, 



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I learned to hate it too late ; but I want 
you to hate it as much as I do.' 

" My dear children," said our grand- 
mother, when she had finished her 
story, " that was our first lesson in tem- 
perance, and it was a good one. Not 
one of us who heard the old beggar-wo- 
man ever would drink after that. We 
did not have Bands of Hope in those 
days ; but I am thankful we have now, 
and I bless God that my dear little 
grandchildren belong to one " 



The General and His Friend. 

A general in the Southern States 
some years ago had contracted an ap- 
petite for strong drink. A friend of 
his who knew his danger resolved to 
visit the military officer, warn him of his 
danger, and try to recover him from 
the error of his way. He did so, and 
made known to the general the object 
of his visit. 

The general's reply was, " Hear me, 
first, a few words, and then you may pro- 
ceed. I am sensible that I have con- 
tracted a strong appetite for spirituous 
liquor. I am sensible that the gratifi- 
cation of this appetite will lead to the 
loss of reputation, the loss of property, 
the loss of domestic happiness, the dis- 
grace of my family, a premature death, 
and the irretrievable and eternal loss of 
my immortal soul. And now, with all 
this conviction upon my mind and 
flashing over my conscience like peals 
of lightning, if I still continue to gratify 
my propensity for strong drink, and am 
not persuaded to abandon the habit, do 
you think that what you can say will do 
it ? " The friend took his hat, retired, 
and uttered not a word. 



The Gentleman and His Host. 

A man of temperate habits was once 
dining at the house of a free drinker. 
No sooner was the cloth removed from 
the dinner-table than wine and spirits 
were produced, and he was asked to 
take a glass of spirits and water. " No, 
thank you," said he, " I am not ill." 
"Take a glass of wine, then," said his 
hospitable host, " or a glass of ale!" " No 
thank you," said he, " I am not thirsty." 
These answers called forth a loud burst 



of laughter. Soon after this the tem- 
perate man took a piece of bread from 
the sideboard, and handed it to his host, 
who refused it, saying that he was not 
hungry. At this the temperate man 
laughed in his turn. " Surely," said he, 
" I have as much reason to laugh at you 
for not eating when you are not hungry, 
as you have to laugh at me for declining 
medicine when not ill., and drink when 
I am not thirsty.' 



Doctor Guthrie and the Cab- 
Driver. 

Doctor Guthrie is a splendid man, as 
well as a noble minister. He has done 
noble service in the cause of tempe- 
rance — a regular, square-built teetotaler. 
'Tis singular how he became a thorough 
cold-water man. He relates it himself 
with capital grace : 

A great temperance meeting- was 
lately held in May Street Church, Bel- 
fast. The church was filled nearly an 
hour before the appointed time by cler- 
gymen, as well as lay gentlemen, together 
with a large number of ladies, from every 
part of Ulster. Dr. Guthrie, who was the 
first speaker, was received with rapturous 
applause. In the course of his address 
the reverend doctor said : " I was first 
led to form a high opinion of the cause 
of temperance by the bearing of an Irish- 
man. It is now, let me see, some 
twenty years since I first opened my 
mouth in the town of Belfast. Having 
left Belfast and gone round to Omagh, 
I left that town on a bitter, biting, blast- 
ing, rainy day, cold as death, lashing 
rain, and I had to travel, I remember, 
across a cold country to Cookstown. 
Well, by the time we got over half the 
road we reached a sort of inn. By this 
time we were soaking with water out- 
side, and as those were the days of 
toddy-drinking, we thought the best 
way was to soak ourselves with whiskey 
inside. Accordingly, we rushed into 
the inn, and ordered warm water, and 
we got our tumblers of toddy. Out of 
kindness to the cab-driver we called 
him in. He was not very well clothed 
— indeed, he rather belonged in that re- 
spect to the order of my ragged school 
in Edinburgh. Pie was soaking with 
wet, and we offered him a good rum- 
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it ? What objection have you ?' ' Why,' \ total-abstinence ministers in Edinburgh 



said he, ' please your reverence, I am a 
teetotaler, and I won't taste a drop of 
it.' Now, that was the declaration of 
the humble, uneducated Roman Catho- 
lic cabman. It went to my heart, and 
went to my conscience ; and I said, if 
that man can deny himself this indul- 
gence, not for his own sake, but for the 
sake of others, why should not I, a 
Christian minister? I telt that, I re- 
membered that, and have ever remem- 
bered it, to the honor of Ireland. I have 
often told the story, and thought of the 
example set by that poor Irishman for 
our people to follow. I carried home 
the remembrance of it with me to Edin- 
burgh. That circumstance, along with 
the scenes in which I was called to labor 
daily for years, made me a teetotaler. 
I wish, ladies and gentlemen, that you 
should understand the ground on which 
I stand. There are two parties engaged 
in the total-abstinence cause. We work 
to the same end, though we do not ex- 
actly embrace the same principles. I 
wish everything to be above-board. I do 
not agree with my friends of the total- 
abstinence cause who think that in the 
use of these stimulants there is anything 
absolutely sinful. No ; it is on the 
principle of Christian expediency I am 
a teetotaler. I don't quarrel with those 
who, as the Americans say, 'go the 
whole hog.' I don't see why we should 
quarrel. We may be on different rails, 
but the terminus is the same. This is 
the ground I stand on. I was driven to 
that ground by the feeling that, if I were 
to cultivate what Dr. Chalmers called 
the outfields, if I were to bless human- 
ity, if I were to win sinners to the Sa- 
viour's feet, if I were to build up souls 
from the wrecks of the Cowgate and the 
Grassmarket of Edinburgh, I must be- 
come a total abstainer. I felt it neces- 
sary that these poor people should ab- 
stain, otherwise thev could never be re- 
formed — that drink was the stone be- 
tween the living and the dead, and that 
stone must be rolled away. It was the 
demon that met me at every path." Dr. 
Guthrie having stated that, according to 
his experience, the vice of drunkenness 
prevailed less in the upper than in the 
middle and lower classes of society, en- 
tered into a lengthened and eloquent 
explanation of the great service render- 
ed to Scotland by the operation of Forbes 
Mackenzie's Act, and concluded his ad- 
dress as follows " I am one of the few 



I am a total abstainer on principle, and 
I am bound to say it, that I do as much 
work upon water as any man on wine, 
and far more than many of my brethren 
do on wine. I have tried wine, and I 
have tried water. I am far healthier on 
water than I was on wine. My adage 
is, and I want that to be the adage of 
every man, ' Water, water, everywhere, 
and not a drop of drink.' Since I 
became a total abstainer my head is 
clearer, my health has been stronger, 
my heart has been lighter, and my purse 
has been heavier ; and if these are not 
four good reasons for becoming a total 
abstainer, I have not a word more to 
say on behalf of total abstinence." 



The Genteel Wine-Drinker and the 
Gentlemen. 

As a train of cars between Philadel- 
phia and New York stopped at the half- 
way* place, while the locomotive and 
tender were being supplied with wood 
and water, several of the passengers got 
out to stretch their limbs and look 
round. In the apartment where our 
informant sat (a valuable member of 
the Legislature of New York) was a red- 
faced, genteel wine-drinker ; and within 
a few feet of them, in full sight, was the 
bar, " with all that could tempt the eye 
and please the depraved taste " of the 
quaffer of alcoholic stimulus. Said the 
genteel wine-drinker to an intelligent- 
looking young man, " Friend, just pass 
this fip, and tell the barkeeper to hand 
me a glass of his best Madeira "; who 
with a low bow replied, " Excuse me, 
sir ; I am pledged not to furnish it to 
others, as well as not to use it myself." 
A slight blush and a bite of the lip, and 
the sixpence was returned to the pocket. 
But soon it was between the thumb and 
finger, and extended towards another 
passenger who was walking by, with 
" Please, sir, hand this ftp, and order me 
a glass of wine." " Sir," said the fellow- 
passenger, " I think it wrong to drink 
poison, and cannot, therefore, be a par- 
taker with you, sir." A deeper crimson 
suffused his cheek, and a curl of the lip, 
indicative of deep chagrin, marked the 
countenance of the wine-drinker. At 
J that moment the cry, " All aboard ! all 
! aboard !" was heard. The fip still re- 
: mained clenched between the thumb 



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and finger of the red-faced gentleman, 
and he evidently was very unwilling 
to lose his accustomed stimulus ; so, 
with the cry ' All aboard 1" he laid his 
hand, with the ftp in it, on the shoulder 
of a very pleasant-looking young man, 
who was standing between him and the 
bar, and said, " Just pass this, and order 
me a glass of wine, quick !" With a smile 
of conscious superiority, the young 
gentleman replied, " I am in the situa- 
tion of the two gentlemen you have al- 
ready asked." Our informant, the Hon. 

F G , is also a " cold-water man." 

The wine-drinker sat. pensive, and made 
no further attempt to procure alcoholic 
stimulus until they arrived at New 
York. We hope he did not then, and 
never more will. Firmness, coupled 
with gentlemanly decision, on the part 
of the friends of temperance, especially 
when they travel and mingle with their 
fellow-men, would do much to correct 
the fashion, as it regards the use of 
intoxicating drinks. — Albany Tempe- 
rance Record. 



The General and the Irish Drummer. 

An Irish drummer, who indulged too 
freely, was accosted by the general at 
review: "Pat, what makes your nose 
so red ?" " Plase your honor," said 
Pat, " I always blushes when I spakes 
to an officer." 



A Good Resolution. 

"What will you take, Dave?" said 
Joseph, the other night, to a young man 
well known for his convivial propensi- 
ties. To the great surprise of the 
young blood, the reply was, " I'll take 
the pledge !" And he moved towards a 
temperance meeting near at hand. Jo- 
seph departed alone in a brown study. 
There's wisdom ! 



A Good One. 

The following is selected from toasts 
given at the celebration at Lowell : 

11 A moderate drinker — a guide-board, 
• howing the slow but sure way to the 
gutter." 



Goggles. 

A gentleman drank to excess so that 
it affected his eyes, and he was obliged 
to wear a pair of green goggles. He 
was complaining to a lady how he suf- 
fered with his eyes, and he said, " Oh ! 
that I knew what would do for my sore 
eyes. I would give anything." The lady 
said, " I can recommend a cheap and 
effectual remedy." "Well," he said, 
'* I will be so thankful," and enquired 
what it was. Said she, " Take your gog- 
gles down from your eyes, and place 
them over your mouth, and you will 
soon get well." 



Rev. Nathaniel Hewitt and the 
Toast. 

Whilst in England, he was invited to 
dine at the mansion of Rev. John Pye 
Smith, a gentleman engaged in every 
good object, and of course a friend to 
temperance. Lacruse, a Swiss gentle- 
man, was present with others at dinner. 
When the repast was ended, the cloth 
was removed from the table, and the 
wine placed on it. Each gentleman's 
glass was filled, and each was request- 
ed to drink to the health of King Wil- 
liam IV. " I could not drink it," said 
Mr. Hewitt, "for I never drink wine, 
only when I am sick. I assured the 
gentlemen that I could not even to the 
health of King William ; for in my own 
beloved country I do not drink it to the 
health of King Andrew !" The congre- 
gation were suddenly electrified ; for 
they could not but see the consistency 
and noble magnanimity of their tem- 
perance fellow-citizen ; and a smile, 
with a general Durst of admiration, sim- 
ultaneously pervaded the listening as- 
sembly. 



The Rev. Thomas P. Hunt. 

I once had an interview with the old 
temperance veteran at his residence at 
Wyoming. Mr. Hunt was one of the 
most effective temperance lecturers, and 
did noble service against King Alcohol. 
He was not only witty, but he was as 
bold as Luther, fearless as John Knox. 

He was small of stature and quite 
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dress some years ago, " My work is 
almost done, and I have only one re- 
quest to make, which is this : when I 
am dead, put my old, deformed body 
into a cannon, and fire it off at the first 
rumseller that comes along." 

NOT A FAILURE. 

Rev. Thomas P. Hunt, at a tempe- 
rance meeting years ago, discussed this 
proposition in his own peculiar style, 
full of wit and humor: 

" That it was a failure had been bold- 
ly declared ; and the enemy knew the 
force of such declaration. But what is 
the state of this country and other 
countries ? In the pious and sober 
part of the community, in nearly all our 
mechanical shops and manufacturing 
establishments, among agriculturists 
and mariners, the work of temperance 
is nearly triumphant. But we see a 
great deal of drinking in our taverns 
and steamboats, and all along our 
streets, and drunkards are multiplying 
and opposition increasing ! And what 
if we do ? Is it not so in cleaning out 
a spring or fountain? Do you not 
bring up all the mud and filth, so that 
it appears that you are doing more harm 
than good? Let us alone, and we will 
soon show you the white sand and the 
pure spring-water ; and then you will 
thank us for our labors. We have done 
a great deal, but we have a great deal 
more to do, and we know it. Public 
sentiment is fast setting against the rum- 
traffic, as doing far more injury to so- 
ciety than counterfeiting and other 
deeds, which are not to be borne. He 
trusted the friends of temperance would 
be united and firm, and especially be 
active in bringing up the rising genera- 
tion in the way they should go." 

RUMSELLING WORSE THAN COUNTER- 
FEITING. 

" But is it a fact," said Thomas P. 
Hunt, " that the business of making and 
vending intoxicating drinks does more 
injury than that of counterfeiting ? Let 
any man answer the question by what 
he has seen and heard and personally 
knows on the two subjects, and what 
do you suppose it will be ? Go to the 
penitentiary, and from cell to cell, and 
from dungeon to dungeon, enquire, 
What brought you here, the counterfeiter, 
or the alcoholic advocate? And se/en- 
tenths will answer, If it had not been 



| for the intoxicating cup, we had never 
| been here. Go to the almshouse, and 
enquire, What has broken down these 
I constitutions, ruined these minds, and 
| gathered this multitude of sufferers? 
And seven-eighths will reply, It was in- 
temperance. Go ask the childless 
widow, mourning and refusing to be 
comforted, Why are you a childless 
widow ? And thousands of them will 
| upbraid the use of liquor, where one 
I will point to the counterfeiter as 
1 the cause of their grief. Go ask the 
wife whose head droops and heart 
bleeds, What monster has attacked your 
happiness ? Go ask the young man, 
fallen, and blasted, and ruined, Whose 
work is this? Go to riot, confusion, 
robbery, murder, and ask, W T ho has 
done all this ? And while here and 
there the counterfeiter is blamed, an 
acclamation of voices tells of the agency 
of the traffic in intoxicating drinks in 
almost every other case. This is no 
exaggerated statement. Statistics, care- 
fully and faithfully collected, which will 
not and cannot be denied, can be pro- 
duced to prove it. Now, then, if the 
traffic is believed to be worse, and is 
proved to be worse, than counterfeiting, 
can any good man continue in it ? 
What ! a good man do worse than 
counterfeiters ? Impossible." 

REV. THOMAS P. HUNT AND THE RUM- 
SELLERS. 

Father Hunt, it is generally known, 
openly advocated the hanging of rum- 
sellers. " You are rather too severe, 
friend Hunt," said a teetotaler to him 
one day. " Yes, but don't you see," 
was the quick reply, " that if we hold 
up the gallows to them pretty strongly, 
they will not grumble at the peniten- 
tiary?" 

CALLING FOR VOLUNTEERS. 

At the anniversary of a temperance 
society in Philadelphia, at its conclu- 
sion Rev. John Marsh stated that in 
our temperance movements our princi- 
pal hope was in the rising generation ; 
and as the Rev. T. P. Hunt was about 
to beat up for volunteers from among 
the crowd in the galleries, he would 
read the following hymn composed for 
the occasion : 

Children, who have rallied now 
Where Immanuel's soldiers bow, 
Who will take the temperance vow. 
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Children ! hear the battle-cry, 
Sounding loud, and sounding nigh, 
From the throne of God on high ; 
Who'll be a volunteer ? 

See ! the foe is gathering fast ; 
Hark ! his clanging trumpet-blast ! 
Who will fight him to the last, 

And march a volunteer ? 

Lo ! o'er all the tented field 
God will be our sun and shield ; 
Alcohol, the foe, shall yield, 

If all will volunteei ! 

The hymn was sweetly sung by a 
little girl, nine years old, in the gallery. 

Mr. Hunt then called for the volun- 
teers ; not, however, for the temperance 
ranks, but the drunkards'. He set be- 
fore the children the advantages and 
beauties of drunkenness, and called 
upon them to enlist; but could gain 
none. He then called upon fathers to 
give up their sons to be drunkards, and 
mothers to give up their daughters to 
be drunkards' wives ; but all in vain. 
Next he invited all the children to the 
cold-water banner, and gave them the 
opportunity to express their assent by 
rising. Nearly the whole in the gallery 
rose. Mr. Hunt called upon the rum- 
sellers, brewers, and vintners, if there 
were any in the house, to look at them, 
and see their trade sinking. 

THE APOLOGY. 

J. H. W. Hawkins and Rev. Thomas P. 
Hunt met for the first time at a public 
meeting at Faneuil Hall at Boston. As 
Mr. Hunt took the stand Mr. Hawkins 
came forward and said : " Mr. President, 
I have a pledge to fulfil at this moment. 
Some fifteen years ago, while rambling 
in a state of intoxication about the city 
of Philadelphia, I heard the voice of a 
man, speaking in the open air, with a 
crowd around him. I pressed through 
the crowd, and found he was talking in 
favor of temperance, when I staggered 
up to him and said, ' Mister, you're an old 
fool.' When I became a sober man, I 
resolved, the first chance I had, to apo- 
logize to him ; and now, old man," said 
he, grasping Mr. Hunt's hand, " I ask 
)"Our pardon, for you were the man." 
The audience made old Faneuil ring 
again, as they were congratulating each 
other on the changes that had taken 
place. 

THE CHRISTIAN RUMSELLER AND THE 

drunkard's wife's APPEAL. 
The Rev. Thomas P. Hunt relates 
the following : " I saw not long since, 



standing before the counter of a profes- 
sor of religion, a wife with her daughter, 
begging the professor of religion not to 
sell any more liquor to her husband. 
This woman had been born in affluence, 
and was reduced to poverty by the 
drunkenness of her husband. The pro- 
fessor had sold him the first gallon of 
spirits, and his wife was sleeping in the 
bed which once belonged to the drunk- 
ard's wife. His children were adorned 
with the ornaments which once belong- 
ed to the drunkard's children. I add, 
from such Christian rumsellers good 
Lord deliver us, and palsied the tongue 
and blistered the lips that would refuse 
to say amen." 

J. H. W. HAWKINS AND HIS DAUGHTER 
HANNAH. 

Mr. Hawkins was a drunkard of over 
twenty years, degraded, and near ruin. 
The day before he signed the Washing- 
tonian pledge he was as miserable as a 
man could be. He gives a graphic de- 
scription of it. He says : " June 13, 
1840, I drank and suffered awfully. I 
cannot tell how much I suffered in mind ; 
in body everything, in mind more. I 
drank dreadfully the two first weeks of 
June — bought by the gallon, and drank, 
and drank, and was about taking life — 
drank all the time." He had a pint of 
whiskey. His wife invited him down 
to breakfast. His daughter then came 
and invited him down. And then she 
said, " Father, don't send me after whis- 
key to-day." He was tormented before, 
but this from his affectionate daughter, 
for whom he felt a peculiar love, in- 
creased his anguish. He told her to 
leave the room, and she cried, and went 
down to her mother and said, " Father 
is angry with me." After a while she 
returned, and he beheld his little daugh- 
ter ; he felt wretched, as he thought of 
his past life, his degradation, and how 
miserable he had made his friends. He 
called his daughter to him and said, 
" Hannah, I am not angry with you, and 
I shall not drink any more." They min- 
gled their tears together. How much 
the affection of that daughter may have 
had to do with his reformation ! Can 
any appeal be more touching than that 
of a small, affectionate daughter? Can 
we wonder he loved Hannah as he lov- 
ed his own soul? Hawkins kept the 
promise he made to her : " I shall not 
drink any more." 



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HAWKINS AND THE PLEDGE. 

On Monday night he went where his 
old bottle companions were — men with 
whom he had fished, and they had 
got drunk together, and had been like 
Milton' devils, 

44 In full concord joined." 

No one knew where he was going, not 
even his wife. He went to the society 
of reformed drunkards. One said, 
" There is Hawkins, the ' regulator, the 
old bruiser," and they laughed heartily. 
But he felt " like everything else but 
laughing." He was as sober as a judge, 
and as solemn as if his final hour had 
come. The pledge was read, and Haw- 
kins signed. He sa}^s, " I never had 
such feelings before. It was a great 
battle," and he might have added, a great 
victory, also a splendid triumph. It 
was late when he returned home. His 
wife heard his footsteps, and she listen- 
ed to see whether the gate opened sober 
or drunk, for she could always tell ; to 
her great joy, it opened sober. He en- 
tered, and she smiled, which he return- 
ed, and he said, " I have put my name 
to the temperance pledge, never to 
drink as long as I live." As he said 
this with wonderful emphasis, she wept 
tears of joy, and he mingled his tears 
with hers. Their crying waked up their 
daughter Hannah, and she wept also. 
The next morning he went to see his 
aged mother, who had prayed twenty 
years for her drunken son. He told 
her what he had done. Tears of joy 
trickled down her aged, wrinkled cheeks, 
and she exclaimed, " It is enough ; I am 
ready to die." What an era that was in 
his history ! How sacredly he kept his 
pledge, fulfilled his promise ! Paradise 
to him and his family were regained. 
He became one of the most effective 
temperance lecturers, and had nume- 
rous seals to his ministry. 

HAWKINS AND LATHAM. 

The first Washingtonian Missionary 
Meeting ever held in the United States 
was held at Greene Street M. E. Church, 
New York, on March 23, 1841. The re- 
formed drunkards of Baltimore were 
there, among the most prominent Mr. 
Hawkins. His speech was eloquent, his 
appeal tremendous. The effect was 
electrical. It made a new era in the 
t mperance cause. The meeting was 
a grand success. There was a wonder- 



ful melting of hearts, a grand baptism 
of tears. 

During Mr. Hawkins's address a scene 
of wonderful moral sublimity transpir- 
ed. The house was crowded. A tre- 
mulous voice was heard from the gal- 
lery enquiring, " Can I be saved ? I am 
a poor drunkard. I would give the 
world if I was as you. Is there any 
hope for me?" "Yes, there is, my 
friend," said Mr. Hawkins in the kind- 
est manner. " Come down and sign the 
pledge, and you will be a man. Come 
J down, and I will meet you and we will 
take you by the hand." What a moment 
of thrilling interest! All eyes were 
upon the two men. The man came 
down from the gallery. Mr. Hawkins 
came down from the platform, and 
with others met the man half-way, and 
accompanied him to the desk, and guid- 
ed his hand as he signed his name ; and 
then such a shout from the friends 
of temperance was heard as must 
have been music in the ears of angels. 
Mr. Hawkins exclaimed, as the poor 
fellow signed the pledge, " Is there a 
man that does not rejoice in this ? 
What does not all this promise to him 
and his family, if he has one !" Others 
followed his example that night, and it 
was the commencement of a mighty 
work that gladdened the eyes of angels 
and thrilled the heart of the world's Re- 
deemer. A glorious revival of religion 
followed in that church, and hundreds 
were converted, and they formed a 
Washingtonian class. 

Latham's speech at a temperance 

MEETING. 

Mr. Latham said he was young to ad- 
dress an audience like that, being but 
one year old that day. One year ago he 
was a miserable drunkard. He did not 
tell of that to glory in it. No. He was 
ashamed of it, and sorry for it. But as 
he had been one, he was willing to con- 
fess it, and felt it his duty to do so. " I 
went to the church in Greene Street the 
day John Hawkins came here. I had 
been drunk twice that day. I drank to 
strengthen my resolution to go into the 
church. I heard what he said of him- 
self, and I asked myself, if he could be 
saved, why might not I be ? And I fe! t so 
much that I spoke my feelings aloud ; 
they brought me down, and I signed the 
pledge, one year ago to-day. And oh ! 
what a different man I have been ever 
since ! I have the same bod}-, bones, 



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and sinews, but oh, how changed in 
every respect ! I look upon myself as 
a wonder. The doctors said that we 
could not be reformed ; we should all 
die if we left off drinking. But the Al- 
mighty, in his goodness, was determin- 
ed to break this illusion. The doctors 
knew nothing about it, and, to prove 
they did not, I will mention that it was 
six months from its commencement be- 
fore a single member of our society died, 
though it got to be very numerous. If 
any man will sign our pledge honestly, 
and stick to it a little while, he will 
meet with no difficulty. He will meet 
with the greatest trials and temptations, 
but he must be firm. I lay on my bed 
three days, my wife sitting by and doing 
a little something, but no money and 
no food in the house. At length I took 
a basket and went out. I worked at 
beer-pumps. I met all my acquaintances, 
and all said, Drink a little, or you will 
die. But the words of John Hawkins 
were right before me : ' Live or die, 
never touch another drop ' ; and that 
saved me, and has saved thousands of 
others, and has saved a great many tem- 
perate men, moderate drinkers, from 
becoming drunkards." 

THE CLERGYMAN AND THE JUDGE. 

Mr. Hawkins introduced the anecdote 
of Judge M 's definition of drunken- 
ness in his usual happy manner of telling 
a story. A clergyman had been accused 
of intemperance by an individual whom 
he wished to have arraigned for a libel 
on his reputation. He applied for this 
purpose to Judge M , then an emi- 
nent lawyer in Baltimore. Having heard 
the clergyman's complaint, and after a 
severe scrutiny of the person of the com- 
plainant, Mr. M , not inexperienced 

himself in the effects of drink, question- 
ed his client in the following manner : 
" Sir, in order to do my duty to you 
more faithfully, I wish to enquire, first 
of all, are you guilty of the charge ? Do 
you ever get drunk ? " Astonished at the 
question, the clergyman was about to 
say, " Never " ; but having a good degree 
of conscientiousness, he hesitated ; and 
then he replied : " What do you mean 
by drunkenness?" " Why, sir, I mean 
by drunkenness that condition of the 
human faculties in which, by the use of 
fermented liquors, a man is enabled or 
induced to do certain acts which he 
could not do, or would not do, without 
such use. For instance, sir -and I beg 



you not to deem me personal or irrev- 
erent — a man may sometimes preach a 
more eloquent discourse, and utter a 
more fervent prayer, excited by drink, 
than he could do in the previous lan- 
guid state of his leelings. He may not 
think so, but I call him drunk. This is 
my definition of drunkenness." The 

clergyman replied : " Mr. M , I 

withdraw my complaint !" 

J. H. W. HAWKINS AND FATHER MA- 
THEW. 

The 6th of October, 1849, there was a 
magnificent demonstration of the friends 
of temperance in Taunton, Mass., to 
welcome the arrival of the far-famed 
philanthropist, Father Mathew. 

Several addresses were made. At 
the close of a short and spirited speech 
by Mr. Hawkins, he extended his hand 
to Father Mathew, who immediately 
arose and grasped it in a most hearty 
and affectionate manner. It was a gra- 
tifying spectacle to see those veteran 
heralds of temperance shaking hands 
and smiling benedictions on each other, 
as though both hearts were beating in 
each bosom. They were both robust- 
looking men, just past the prime of 
life, somewhat resembling each other in 
form, if not in feature. When Mr. Haw- 
kins renewed the pledge he had never 
violated, the good friar, who adminis- 
tered it, stooped down and kissed him 
in a most paternal and patriarchal man- 
ner. 

HAWKINS AND THE MERCHANT. 

Mr. Hawkins said in one of his 
speeches : " I will now tell you of an in- 
cident that occurred a short time since, 
which will no doubt be pleasing to you. 
It was trulv so to me ; it was so unex- 
pected, and came in such good time. 
The circumstances are the following: 
The family being in need of some dry 
goods, I went to the wholesale store of 
a wealthy merchant, a well-known tem- 
perance man here, for the purpose of 
getting remnants, thinking they would 
be cheaper. The gentleman knew me, 
and after looking about he said he had 
no remnants, but plenty of whole pieces 
He commenced taking them down, and 
requested me to select for myself. I 
told him I did not wish to go too high. 
He said, in a jocose manner, ' There is 
no danger of that, for you are a short 
man.' I made my selection for jacket, 
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them off. While doing so I discovered 
him eyeing my faded coat. I asked him 
the price of the articles. Said he, look- 
ing me in the face, ' I shall charge them 
to temperance' ; and turning round, he 
pulled from the shelf a most beautiful 
piece of black cloth, proceeded to cut 
from it material for coat and pants, and 
then from a piece of black velvet a vest. 
' There,' said he, ' I make you a pre- 
sent of that, for it was } ou who brought 
back to me and his mother our son ; 
and he is now a sober man.' Pointing 
to him at the desk, he said, l He is a 
good boy and a pious Christian.' " 

PUTNAM AND THE WOLF. 

John Hawkins, in an address at Sara- 
toga Springs, gave some account of 
Putnam and the wolf — as how the old 
man went into the den and shot the 
wolf and dragged her out ; but, said he, 
some of our modern Putnams take the 
wolf down into the den, and feed her 
there. Nightly there is prayer over that 
den, and some of the victims of this de- 
vourer may be the sons of the praying 
fathers and mothers. 

HAWKINS AND THE WEALTHY LADY. 

On one occasion he received a note 
in the handwriting of a female, desiring 
him to call at her residence at an hour 
appointed. He repaired there at the 
time specified, conjecturing that it was 
the case of a wife or mother solicitous 
for the rescue of a husband or a son 
from intemperance. He found the resi- 
dence on one of the rcmst fashionable 
streets in the city, exhibiting every ap- 
pearance of luxury and wealth. Hav- 
ing announced his name, he was asked j 
to walk into the drawing-room. In a j 
few moments the lady entered, magnin- j 
cently attired. He was gratefully and j 
modestly received ; but what was his i 
astonishment on being informed that the | 
person before him had sent for him to 
consult and advise with him in regard 
to her own habits of intemperance, 
which she feared were rapidly working 
out the ruin of her soul and body. She 
made a full confession of her sin, with 
tearful eyes, appealing to him as if he 
alone possessed the power of rescuing 
her. He gave her the best advice he 
could, and had the pleasure afterwards 
of hearing of her entire restoration to 
sobriety and peace of mind. Mr. Haw- 
kins never divulged the name of the 
party or the scene of this incident. 



NEW ENGLAND RUM VERSUS FOREIGN 
MISSIONS. 

The following was published by Mr. 
Hawkins in the Washingtonian. It 
was a grand hit . " Mr. Editor, for the 
information of our Foreign Missions 
and all others concerned, please give 
knowledge of the fact that the brig Lin- 
coln, now lying at Lewis's Wharf, Bos- 
ton, is loading with molasses rum for 
Smyrna. What a comment upon a civ- 
ilized and Christian (?) nation !" 

J. H. W. H. 

HOW THE WINE-DRINKER WAS CURED. 

A gentleman of good standing in so- 
ciety gives the following account of the 
manner in which he was cured of wine- 
drinking. " I was," says he, " a cheer- 
ful, generous wine-drinker, and after 

drinking with some friends at the T , 

where we indulged ourselves as usual, 
we strolled out in the edge of the eve- 
ning, and on our return passed the 
place where John Hawkins was speak- 
ing. Observing the thronged assembly, 
I proposed going in, but my compan- 
ions laughed at my folly; however, I 
overruled them, and we sat awhile listen- 
ing to his experience. At length my 
companions proposed going, and rose 
for the purpose, when Hawkins, observ- 
ing us, said, ' Ho ! you gentlemanly wine- 
drinkers, you need not retire, for I 
shall say nothing to you this evening. 
My business lies wholly with the poor 
unfortunate drunkards. I wish first to 
save them, and when I have done with 
them I will turn to you ; and it will be 
only a continuance of my work, for as 
sure as you go on drinking your wine, 
by the time they are all reclaimed you 
will assuredly be in their place and 
need the same charity.' The arrow 
thus shot sank deep in my soul. The 
thought of taking the place of these 
drunkards who over the country are 
reforming was too much for me. I 
instantly resolved on giving up wine- 
drinking, and become a thorough tee- 
totaler." 

THE EGG MAN. 

Mr. Hawkins says, " I lectured at 
night in the open air near Spring Market, 
Newburyport. I had not proceeded far 
before I received an egg in my back. 
Rather rough treatment all round ! 
The next day the gentleman (?) was 
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man by the name of Rinaldo, rather a 
famous name among robbers. I made 
application to a magistrate for a little 
1 legal suasion' to mix with my 'moral 
suasion.' It was granted, and the egg 
cost him little short of ten dollars and 
a lodgment in jail. I reckon he thought 
eggs had ' rizen ' in price." 

HAWKINS AND THE ROMAN CATHOLIC 
PRIEST. 

The interest felt in Mr. Hawkins's 
labors by the Roman Catholic popula- 
tion was so great in Savannah that 

Father , of the Catholic church, 

determined so far to dismiss his preju- 
dices against a Protestant as to invite 
him to address his people on a day 
which he should name. He according- 
ly called upon him, stated the extent to 
which intemperance prevailed among 
his flock, and solicited his aid in their 
behalf. Mr. Hawkins cheerfully con- 
sented, and at the time appointed re- 
paired to the church, which was one of 
ample dimensions. He found to his 
astonishment, on entering, that every 
seat was filled. On advancing to the 
chancel, he observed that a table had 
been placed in front of it. Father 

enquired of the sexton why it 

was there. " And sure, sir, it is for the 
spaker to stand upon," was the reply. 
"Remove it immediately; Mr. Haw- 
kins is good enough to stand within 
my chancel." He took his seat imme- 
diately in front of Mr. Hawkins, and as 
he proceeded in his remarks the tears 
began to course their way down the 
good father's face, and before he had 
concluded he wept, as hundreds of 
others in that congregation did, like a 
child. Mr. Hawkins had evidently 
produced a great effect upon his hear- 
ers. As soon as he had concluded, Fa- 
ther sprang upon his feet, under 

great emotion, and ordered the sexton 
to "fasten every door of the church. 
Let not a man or a woman leave the 
house until you have all signed this 
pledge !" he exclaimed, pointing to it, 
as it lay upon the table ; nor did he 
desist until his flock were all pledged 
to the principles of total abstinence. 



George Haydock, the Ex-Profes- 
sional Wood-Sawyer. 

Who that ever saw George Haydock 
forgot him ? He resided in Hudson 



N. Y., and was one of the worst drunk- 
ards in that city ; then he reformed, and 
became a most effective temperance lec- 
turer. 

Previous to his reformation, George 
Haydock was employed to blast rocks 
north of Hudson City. Having put in 
a heavy charge of powder, and being 
intoxicated, it exploded and blew him 
up about fifteen feet in the air. He was 
terribly mangled, and for weeks his 
life was despaired of. This sobered 
him. Nothing short of an explosion 
could have done it. 

In lecturing some years after, I heard 
him say, " See what I have suffered in 
the service of King Alcohol. He knock- 
ed out one of my sky-lights, and knock- 
ed off one of my understanders." (In 
that explosion he lost an eye and a leg.) 
It was a terrible appeal to an audience, 
standing on one leg and showing what 
he had suffered in the cause of King 
Alcohol. 



TECTED HIM. 

On board a New Haven steamboat I 
met George, and he told me that a few 
days before he came across a man who 
professed to be a great temperance ad- 
vocate and friend, but his breath sent 
forth a strong advertisement. It expos- 
ed him. It told the story. 

George related to him the following : 
Once there was a little white and dark 
spotted animal at the mouth of the bur- 
row of a woodchuck, who had gone out 
into the meadow, and when he return- 
ed, he thus addressed the little spotted 
animal, " Who are you ? " It replied, " I 
am a woodchuck." " No, you are not 
a woodchuck ; you are not the color of 
one." " Yes, I am a woodchuck ; they 
are not all colored alike." " I say you 
are not a woodchuck ; I know by the 
smell of your breath." 

I need not tell the reader the little 
spotted animal was a skunk, whose 
breath is not very odoriferous. 

GEORGE HAYDOCK AND THE DRUNKEN 
OPPOSER. 

George Haydock, having made a few 
weeks' tour in Connecticut, related the 
following, showing " truth stranger than 
fiction " : 

" At a temperance meeting one even- 
ing, a man, whose appearance would 
have been respectable had he been so- 
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much intoxicated, it was proposed to 
put him out. To this Haydock object- 
ed, saying, he would get his name to 
the pledge, and they would yet make 
him president of a temperance society. 
He, however, after listening a while, 
went out, muttering and threatening as 
he went. 

"The next morning, the same man 
appeared in the village with two rum- 
jugs swinging on the sides of his horse ; 
stopping between two rum-shops, he 
set down his jugs ; then taking up one 
of them, he repaired to one of the 
shops, and asked if he had cider bran- 
dy. The keeper answered yes, but it 
was rather new. He then, raising his jug 
high in the air, said, ' This jug has cost 
me fifteen hundred dollars ! I now swear 
eternal enmity to rum and rumsellers ;' 
and smashing the jug upon the door- 
mat, he turned to the other shop with 
the other jug, and performed a similar 
ceremony and oath ; and then brought 
a third jug, and repeated the same at 
an apothecary's store, where it was only 
kept for medicine. After this he signed 
the pledge, and on the following week 
was made president of the Howard To- 
tal Abstinence Society. After he had 
taken the chair, and the addresses were 
gone through, eighty-one signed the 
society's pledge." 

HAYDOCK, THE RUMSELLER AND HIS 
AIDS. 

Mr. Haydock held eight different pub- 
lic meetings at Coeymans, N. Y., with 
glorious results. Of course this excited 
the indignation of the rumseller. He 
says : " At one of the meetings it was 
made known around that the rumsel- 
ler's troop were coming up to put down 
the meeting ; the main part of this troop 
came up accordingly, entered the meet- 
ing, and took their seats peaceably. 
The rumseller then came up himself, 
in connection with two of his aids, one 
of them having the revised statutes un- 
der his arm, determined to put me down 
by law. The rumseller came to the 
door, looked in, then cleared out, leav- 
ing me undisturbed. One of the aids 
had been in State Prison for stealing ; 
the other was dressed in an eld pair of 
light pants with dark .patches on the 
knees, and the crown of his hat out, his 
family having long since been sent to 
the Poor House ; this was the gentle- 
man who had the revised statutes. Such 
were the rum seller's aids." 



J. Vine Hail. 

His history is one of rare interest. 

The Rev. Newman Hall is well known 
in America, having visited this country 
and been honored by the churches. 
He is the popular pastor of Surrey Cha- 
pel, London, and the successor of Rev. 
James Sherman. Mr. Hall has a fame 
on both sides of the Atlantic. His fa- 
ther was a miracle of mercy. At forty- 
two he was in the wine and spirit trade, 
"the disciple of Tom Paine both in 
principle and practice, sitting up whole 
nights at convivial parties, never going 
to bed sober," and his " Wonderful Es- 
cape " by the marvellous grace of God 
is narrated. He had been an abandon- 
ed drunkard of the very worst type, 
and was all but miraculously rescued 
from sinking into eternal ruin while 
drunk. Again and again the razor was 
in his hand to cut his throat, and yet he 
was miraculously spared. Such was 
the power which drink had over him, 
that his son tells us " the poor man 
would have suffered the amputation of 
all his limbs, could so severe a method 
have rid him of his deadly habit, which, 
like a vulture, had fastened upon his 
very vitals." Poor fellow ! The Spirit 
of God strove mightily with him. He 
yielded, and became a co-worker with 
God in rescuing himself from this de- 
grading habit. A good physician gave 
him a preparation of steel, with the as- 
surance that, if faithfully taken every 
day, it would infallibly destroy the in- 
clination for strong drink. He com- 
menced taking it in March, 1816, and 
continued taking it till the September 
following. Every bottle was taken with 
earnest prayer. The remedy was crown- 
ed with triumphant success. That de- 
graded drunkard was reclaimed, and 
was made the honored instrument of 
reclaiming hundreds. He wrote the 
" Sinner's Friend," which has had a cir- 
culation of a million and a half of 
copies, and has been translated into 
perhaps twenty languages, and even 
this is not all ; he was honored to give 
to the world and the church the Rev. 
Newman Hall, LL.B., the gifted mi- 
nister of Surrey Chapel, the author of 
! " Come to Jesus," and other valuable 
I tracts which have had the widest circu- 
I lation except the " Sinner's Friend ") 
! of anything published in our day. 

THE REMEDY. 

1 The following is a copy of the pre- 



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scription which, under the blessing of 
God, wrought a cure in the case of J. 
Vine Hall, and which, we doubt not, 
will prove equally successful in every 
case in which it is tried with similar 
prayer, resolution, and perseverance : 
Sulphate of iron, 5 grains ; magnesia, 
10 grains ; peppermint water, 11 
drachms ; spirit of nutmeg, 1 drachm ; 
taken twice a day. Mr. Hall drank 
upwards of 300 bottles of it, and ulti- 
mately rejoiced in a complete emanci- 
pation from the power of the demon of 
strong drink. Who will give up a de- 
graded friend in the light of a case like 
John Vine Hall. 

Thus far I have copied, but it seems 
after all that the medicine prescribed 
by the physician was not the means of 
his cure, but his giving every kind of 
intoxicating drink a terrible letting 
alone. It is the only remedy under 
heaven. " Touch not, taste not, han- 
dle not." Here is safety, and nowhere 
else. All other is dangerous ground, 
and fraught with destruction and death. 
This remedy is far better than a thou- 
sand prescriptions from a thousand 
physicians. 

HIS STRUGGLES AND HIS TRIUMPHS. 

Mr. Hall was a noble soul and every 
one loved him. He was a capital 
singer, full of anecdote and brilliant in 
conversation, and was invited to drink- 
ing parties. He professed religion, but 
he made shipwreck of the faith. He 
became a wretched drunkard. Teeto- 
talism was not known in those days. 
Some friend suggested that a physician 
might do him good, and he rejoiced in 
the idea that he might be cured. He 
signed a statement that he was willing 
to be put into an asylum, and deprived 
of his liberty, to be cured of his disease. 
The physician prescribed, and although 
there was no help afforded, he took the 
prescription three times a day, the re- 
cord stating, " every bottle taken with 
prayer." But in spite of the medicine, 
after a little while, in which he was re- 
joicing in being fully delivered, he was 
overtaken again. The physician said, 
1 It is evident you are not able to stand 
the brandy, and you must give it up." 
He resolved at once, however fond he 
was of a glass of brandy and water at 
night, to give it up that moment. The 
date was then put down, and ever after- 
wards that day was kept as an anni- 
versary to God, to recall the time when 



1 his brandy was given up. Then fol- 
lowed earnest prayer and faithful atten- 
dance on the means of grace. By-and- 
by, after weeks of rejoicing, the entry 
in his record is, "Fallen, through intem- 
perance in taking wine." The physi- 
cian said, "Well, dear friend, you must 
give up wine, and confine yourself to 
porter." Whereupon the entry was 
made, " From this day resolved to take 
no wine," and that day was another an- 
niversary in his life. On the recurrence 
of it he always kept that da)' a thanks- 
giving to God. 

In his diary there is another dreadful 
confession, " Fallen, through excess in 
porter. " The physician said, u You 
must give up your porter, and confine 
yourself to small table beer." He wrote, 
" Resolved, anything to be delivered 
from this evil. From this time no por- 
ter" ; and that day was kept till the end 
of his life as an anniversary. And so 
it went on, he confining himself to the 
ordinary table beer for the household. 
Then the physician said, " It is very 
evident you must touch nothing of the 
sort at all." He renounced even that, 
and then came the crowning triumph. 
It was not the medicine that saved him. 
though it might have had a little effect 
at first, but it was the total abstinence. 
If the physician had said in the begin- 
ning, " It is evident you cannot touch 
anything of the sort, I need not give 
you any medicine ; let there be absti- 
nence," from that moment there would 
have been an absolute cure, but the 
idea was never suggested. It was the 
grace of God that saved him, but it was 
total abstinence that was the means of 
that salvation. 

Such is the account Newman Hall 
gives of the salvation of his father from 
a drunkard's grave, of his struggles and 
conquest, of conflict and victory. New- 
man Hall, who gives the above account 
of the rescue of his father, also informs 
us how he was converted to teetotalism. 

It was a cause of joy to my father 
that his sons took up the same cause. 
I have had the honor for twenty-five 
years of advocating total abstinence. 
When a young man at college I used to 
argue with my friends, Mr. and Mrs. 
Sherman, and say that I was never in 
danger of becoming a drunkard ; and 
if I could take a couple of glasses of 
wine, and leave off that was a very fine 
example. One day Mrs. Sherman said, 
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might adopt this total abstinence prin- 
ciple." I replied, " I think I am bound 
to say that I will try it for a month." 
I have been trying it for the last twenty- 
six years, and I am not disposed to for- 
sake the practice. 

HEAD DOWNWARDS. 

A course of dissipation is always 
downward ; he never rises, but descends 
lower and lower till ruin overtakes him. 
He may begin in the splendid hotels, 
with costly drinks ; you will find him 
after a while in the low and cheap grog- 
geries with altered company and altered 
dress. 

I knew a young man belonging to 
one of the fine families in Westchester 
County, of fine talents and excellent edu- 
cation. Many hopes clustered around 
him, and his morning was bright and 
beautiful. But he commenced a course 
of dissipation. Efforts were made to 
save him — all in vain. He went from 
bad to worse, till ruin overtook him. 
The story is soon told. One cold win- 
ter's morning he was found in the Hud- 
son River, having pitched head fore- 
most into a hole the fishermen had cut 
in the ice in which to put their nets. 
Being drunk, he went into the hole and 
his body was frozen in, one-half in the 
ice the other half out, and his hand had 
hold of a jug of rum half emptied of its 
contents. What a terrible death ! head 
foremost to destruction, the way he had 
been going for a long time. Nothing 
but the cold ice for his winding-sheet, 
and the north winds singing his funeral 
requiem. Dying alone, shunned by 
man, forsaken by God, abhorred by 
devils, going head foremost down to a 
drunkard's hell, with the very instru- 
ment in his hand that was the means 
of his destruction. O rum ! rum ! thy 
tender mercies are cruel. 

HOW A DRUNKARD BEGAN TO LOVE 
LIQUOR. 

Read his tale of sorrow, ponder over 
his bitter experience as related by him- 
self. I have heard my dear mother 
say, that when I was a little baby, she 
thought me her finest child. I was the 
pet of the family ; I was caressed and 
pampered by my fond, but too indul- 
gent parents. Before I could well walk, 
I was treated with the " sweet " from 
the bottom of my father's glass. When 
I was a little older, I was fond of sitting 
on his kne^, and he would frequently 



give me a little of the liquor from his 
glass, in a spoon. My dear mother 
would gently chide him with, " Don't, 
John, it will do him harm." To this he 
would smilingly reply, " This little sup 
won't hurt him — bless him ! " When I 
became a schoolboy, I was at times un- 
well, and my affectionate mother would 
pour for me a glass of wine from the 
decanter. At first I did not like it, but 
as I was told that it would make me 
" strong," I got to like it. When I left 
school and home, to go out as an ap- 
prentice, my pious mother wept over 
me, and amongst other good advice, 
urged me " never to go into the public- 
house or theatre." For a long time I 
could not be prevailed upon to act con- 
trary to her wishes, but, alas ! the love 
for liquor had been implanted within 
me ! Some of my shopmates at length 
overcame my scruples, and I crossed 
the fatal threshold. I reasoned thus : 
" My parents taught me that these 
drinks were good ; I cannot get them 
here except at the public-house ; surely 
it cannot be wrong then to go and pur- 
chase them." From the public-house 
to the theatre was an easy passage. 
Step by step I fell. Little did my fond 
mother think, when she rocked me in 
my little cot, that her child would find 
a home in a prison-cell. Little did my 
indulgent father dream, when he placed 
the first drop of sweetened poison to my 
childish lips, that he was sowing the 
seeds of my ruin ! My days are now 
nearly ended ; my wicked career is 
nearly closed. I have grown up to 
manhood ; but, by a course of intem- 
perance, have added sin to sin. Hope 
for the future I have not ; I shall soon 
die — a poor drunkard ! 



A Heroine. 

The Cambridge City folks had a bit 

of rare fun a few days ago. Mrs. C , 

whose husband was a printer, and much 
given to drink, delayed dinner for Mr. 

C until after two o'clock ; but as 

she waited much longer than usual, she 
started in pursuit of him. She sought 
him in the printing-office, where she 

learned to her grief that Mr. C was 

at the grocery. §he started quickly for 
that place, with a bit of clapboard, and 
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cated. She pounded him and then 
fell on the grocery-keeper, and ran him 
out of the store at the street door. The 
wife of the keeper entered in his de- 
fence, but Mrs. C quickly put her 

to flight, and having cleared the " tan- 
yard," fell to mauling and pounding the 
jugs, bottles, kegs, and barrels, until 
everything containing spirituous liquors 
was demolished. The keeper mouthed 
many things, while the "hope of his 
gain " was being ruined, but received 
no sympathy from the public. 

A large sum of money was made up 
by the citizens of Cambridge and sent 

to Mrs. C ; and the grocery-keeper 

was informed that, if he did not wish to 
leave town on that time-honored, old- 
fashioned, much-talked-of, but less used 
fence-rail, clad in soft tar and the royal 
feather of the babbling goose, he would 
make himself scarce, without redress 
in any shape or form. May the Lord 
send more Mrs. C s ! 



Bishop Hopkins's Temperance and 
Infidelity. 

The late Bishop Hopkins of Vermont 
will long be remembered as the great 
champion of slavery, being a defender 
of the peculiar institution from the 
Bible. The same bishop will be re- 
membered as a grand opposer of the 
temperance cause ; therefore he publish- 
ed a book with this imposing title, 
"The Triumph of Temperance, the 
Triumph of Infidelity." He charged 
temperance as assuming to do what 
Christianity could not do, and setting 
Christianity aside as useless. But the 
bishop engaged in a very unequal con- 
quest. He calculated without his host. 
Temperance emanated from the Gospel, 
as the rays of light do from the sun. 
The Bible is the Magna Charta of tem- 
perance. Its principles there stand out 
as conspicuous as the sun in the hea- 
vens. It teaches that temperance is 
one of the " fruits of the spirit " ; " that 
he that strivelh for the mastery is tem- 
perate in all things ; " that it is an im- 
portant link in the grand chain of 
Christian graces ; that temperance 
and religion are beautifully blended 
together like the colors of the rainbow. 
The bishop's work was a failure. Good 
men looked upon it with a smile, and 
upon the bishop with pity, while tem- 



perance went on like the sun in the 
heavens from its morn to its meridian. 



Horrid Effects of the Triumphs of 
Teetotalism. 

The horrid effects of this mania, 
should it prevail, are thus amusingly 
described in an English periodical : 

Blackwood, in his magazine, ob- 
serves: "We wish the teetotalers would 
make a grand invasion of the distilleries, 
and, after boiling a few of the concoct- 
ors of conflagration in their own vats, 
let in the Thames to liquefy the whole 
plant. With all this we are aware of the 
respect due to vested interests. The 
physicians, to whom apoplexies are a 
rent-roll ; the surgeon, who lives on 
the broken bones of humanity ; the un- 
dertakers, who keep themselves in their 
own houses by removing every one else 
from theirs ; and last, and most grasp- 
ing of all, the chancellors of exchequers, 
who tax the tombstones, and lay their 
hand upon every thing above and 
under ground. The slightest check on 
the national propensity for gin would 
be answered by a general wail from the 
whole multitude who live on the sad 
varieties of human woe ! The work- 
house would exhibit the portly matrons 
and pampered clerks, who preside over 
the distribution of the six million 
pounds sterling, which go in potatoes 
and cheese to the pauperism of Britain, 
lank as the mice that roamed their 
empty halls. The turnkeys of the 
county jails would grow melancholy, 
and toy with handcuffs no longer. 
Jack Ketch would pronounce his occu- 
pation over, and the drop itself might 
be sold for old furniture, not required 
at present by the owner. But the 
calamity would not end here ; Themis 
herself might give up her last breath 
in a groan that would shake the land 
from Westminster Hall to the Lizard. 
The judges would find their circuits 
reduced to the important duty of march- 
ing into the counties with a posse of 
clowns before them, and the sheriff's 
carriage to make up the show. The 
leanness of the courts would soon re- 
duce the corporiety of the lawyers, and 
a speedy mortality, or a general recruit- 
ing for the East India Company service, 
would be the only resource against eat- 
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solicitors must go, that active race, 
whose smaller dimensions by no means 
preclude their rivalling activity in ex- 
tracting their subsistence from whatever 
they can fix on. The generation of 
clerks and law subalterns, of all shapes, 
sizes, and stands, must be reduced to 
the famishing point without delay ; all 
must perish alike." 



. ionorable. 

A poor tippler who had spent hun- 
dreds of dollars at the bar of a certain 
groggery, being one day faint and fee- 
ble, and out of change, asked the land- 
lord to trust him for a glass of liquor. 
"No," was the surly reply, "I never 
make a practice of doing such things." 
The poor fellow turned to a gentleman 
who was sitting by, and whom he had 
known in better days, saying, " Sir, 
will you lend me sixpence?" " Yes, 
sir," was the reply. The landlord with 
alacrity placed the decanter and glass 
before him. He filled his glass pretty 
full, and having swallowed it and re- 
placed the glass with evident satisfac- 
tion, he turned to the man and said : 
11 Here, sir, is the sixpence I owe ! I 
make it a point, degraded as I am, 
always to pay borrowed money before 
I pay a rumseller." 



with Washington Irving, and such a day 
I never enjoyed. He was in a vein to re- 
late anecdotes which to me were full of 
interest. He said there was a colored 
man so polite he was called " Gentle- 
man Dick." It will be remembered Mr. 
Irving named a favorite horse after him, 
and he was so ungentlemanly he threw 
his master off his back and injured 
him. 

In his boyhood Mr. Irving said he 
spent considerable time in the neigh- 
borhood of what was afterwards called 
Sunny Side. Being very fond of sweet 
cider, he went with some boys and 
" Gentleman Dick" to a cider-mill, on 
the hill, and they rolled a barrel out of 
the mill, and Dick took turns drinking 
out of the bung-hole. While thus en- 
gaged, one said, " Hark, some one is 
coming." They all run down the hill, 
and in their hurry started the barrel 
rolling, and it was nearly full of cider, 
and every time it rolled over the cider 
spilt out, making a kind of swashing 
noise ; and the barrel gained upon 
them, for it went with accelerated 
force and increased motion, and they 
were terribly frightened, supposed 
some one was running after them, 
and, what was their surprise, when 
they got to the bottom of the bill, to 
find their fears all imaginary. But he 
said, with a hearty laugh, "that it cured 
him and the rest of the boys of ever 
going again to steal cider." 

WASHINGTON IRVING AND THE WINE. 

On that day I dined with him, and he 
was exceedingly courteous and pre- 
sented mg with a glass of wine. Never 
in my lifetime did I have as hard work 
to refuse. I was his guest, sharing in 
his hospitality, and it seemed that if I 
refused, it would be a reflection upon 
mine host. I mustered up courage, 
and said, " Mr. Irving, I am much ob- 
liged to you, but you will please excuse 
me; for over a quarter of a century I 
have been pledged to touch not, taste 
not, and handle not." Said he, " I com- 
mend your course ; 'tis very wise. I 
seldom take a glass of wine; I do oc- 
casionally," said he smiling, " take a 
glass with my brother Peter, who is so 
deaf this is the only way we can con- 
Washington Irving, Gentleman Dick, verse t0 £ ether -" 

and the Cider. the rtjii 

On a beautiful day in July, 1855, I The depopulating pestilence that 
spent a day, by invitation, at Sunny Side, ' walketh at noonday, the carnage of 



Half and Half. 

A rumseller was hauled up in 
Vermont last year, and put through a 
course of discipline for selling ardent 
liquors contrary to the statute in such 
case made and provided. Boniface 
grumbled, and insisted that the tempe- 
rance men were very short-sighted. 
" I had already got the old soakers," 
he observed, " to drinking liquor that 
was at least half water ; if they had 
let me alone awhile longer, I should 
have had them drink clear water with- 
out knowing it." 



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cruel and devastating war, can scarcely 
exhibit their victims in a more terrible 
array than the exterminating drunken- 
ness. I have seen a promising family 
spring from the parent trunk, and 
stretch abroad its populous limbs like 
a flowering tree covered with green 
and healthy foliage. I have seen the 
unnatural decay beginning upon the 
jet tender leaf, and gnawing like a 
worm in an unopened bud, while they 
dropped off, one by one, and the ruined 
shaft stood alone, until the winds and 
rains of many a sorrow laid that too in 
the dust. On one of those holy days, 
when the patriarch, rich in virtue as in 
years, gathered about him the great and 
little ones of the flock, his sons, and 
his daughter, I, too, sat at the fes- 
tive board. I pledged therein hospit- 
able health, and expatiated with de- 
light upon the eventful future, while 
the good old man, warmed in the 
genial glow of youthful enthusiasm, 
wiped a tear from his eyes. He was 
happy. I met them again when the 
rolling year brought the festive season 
round. But all were not there. The 
kind old man sighed as his suffused 
eye dwelt on the then unoccupied seat. 
But joy yet came to his relief, and he 
was happy. A parent's love knows 
no diminution — time, distance, poverty, 
shame, but give intensity and strength 
to *hat passion, before which, all others 
dissolve and melt away. Another year 
elapsed. The board was spread, but 
the guests came not. The man cried, 
" Where are my children ? " And echo 
answered, ''Where?" His heart broke 
— for they were not. Could not heaven 
have spared his gray hairs this afflic- 
tion? Alas! the demon of drunken- 
ness had been there. They had fallen 
victims of his spell. And one short 
month sufficed to cast the veil of obliv- 
ion over the old man's sorrow and the 
young one's shame. They are all dead. 
— Washington Irving. 



The Indignant Wolves. 

At a large and highly respectable 
meeting of the wolves in the district, 
the following resolutions were unani- 
mously adopted : 

Resolved, That we will no longer en- 
dure in silence. 

Resolved, That, as free and indepen- 
dent wolves, we will not suffer any man 



or body of men to interfere with our 
business, or abridge our rights and 
privileges. 

Resolved, That we will test the consti- 
tutionality of all laws making it a penal 
offence for wolves to murder sheep and 
Jambs, and that a committee of three 
experienced wolves be appointed to 
look after our interest, and to employ 
additional counsel for this purpose, if 
necessary. 

Resolved, That highly as we value po- 
litical liberty personal liberty we hold 
to be above all price. 

Resolved, That all persons opposed to 
the ultraism, intolerance, and persecut- 
ing conduct of these intemperate mem- 
bers of the anti-wolf society be invited 
to unite with us, in legal and constitu- 
tional resistance to their attacks upon 
our rights and our characters. 

Resolved, That we are behind no man, 
or body of men, in our love for sheep 
and lambs, though we may not have the 
same fanatical way of showing it. 

Resolved, That we look upon shep- 
herds, who set traps for wolves, or who 
have the meanness to employ spies to 
detect any of our respectable fraternity 
in murdering sheep and lambs, as the 
most contemptible poltroons in crea- 
tion, utterly unworthy the notice of any 
wolf in good standing. 

Moral — If wolves are not rum sellers, 
rumsellers are wolves. — Boston Temp. 
Journal. 



Intemperance in Eating. 

" Do you think/' asked a delicate 
lady, " that the sin of intemperance in 
eating is quite as great as that of drink- 
ing ? To me, at least, it is far more dis- 
gusting." " My dear lady," was the re- 
ply, " excessive eating is unquestionably 
Dad enough ; but it can never bear the 
least comparison with excessive drink- 
ing, until it is proved that the more a 
person eats, the more he wants to eat — 
until his mind and his body become 
alike ungovernable in consequence of 
such excess, his passions excited, his 
reason extinguished, his home rendered 
miserable, his money wasted, and every 
one connected with him degraded and 
unhappy. When such effects are pro- 
duced by over-eating, it will be time to 
measure out our daily food, or to form 
a society for the purpose of introducing 
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did he, as many a white man would have 
done, give it over as a ''vain attempt." 
But in the years 1805 and 1806 Little 
Turtle betook himself to various meth- 
ods to accomplish this truly desirable 
object. By every argument in his 
power he labored to gain over to his 
cause influential and religious charac- 
ters, and urged on them to recommend 
the measure to the President of the 
United States, which by the legislature 
of" Ohio, at its session of 1804, had been 
neglected. For this purpose Little 
Turtle travelled through various parts 
of the United States, and among the 
rest betook himself to the Quakers. 
Being permitted to deliver his senti- 
ments publicly, perhaps at a yearly 
meeting of the Friends' Society, he ex- 
pressed himself nearly as follows : 

''My white brothers, many of your 
red brothers in the West have long since 
discovered and now deeply lament the 
great evil of drunkenness. It has been 
many years since it was first introduced 
amongst us by our white brothers. In- 
dians do not know how to make strong 
drink. If it be not shortly stopped 
among our people, it will be our ruin. 
We are now, in consequence of it, a 
miserable people. We are poor and 
naked. We have made repeated at- 
tempts to suppress this evil, and have 
failed ; we want our white brothers to 
help us, and we will try again. 

" Brothers, we want you to send to 
our great lather, the President of the 
United States, and let him know our 
deplorable situation, that the bad ones 
among our white brothers may be 
stopped from selling whiskey to the In- 
dians. Could you, my brothers, see the 
evil of this barbarous practice, you 
would pity the poor Indians ! 

" Brothers, when a white man trad- 
ing in our country meets an Indian, he 
asks him the first time, 'Take a drink?' ; 
he says ' No.' He asks a second time, 
' Take a drink ? good whiskey' ; he says 
4 No ' He asks the third time, ' Take a 
drink? no hurt you' ; he takes a little, 
then he wants more, and then more. 
Then the trader tells him he must buy. 
He then offers his gun. The white man 
takes it. Next his skins ; white man 
takes them. He at last offers his shirt ; 
white man takes it. 

"When he gets sober, he begins to 
enquire: 'Where is my gun?' He is 
told, ' You sold it for whiskey.' ' Where 
arj my skins?' 'You soli them for 



whiskey.' 'Where is my shirt?' ' You 
sold it for whiskey.' Now, my white 
brothers, imagine to yourselves the de- 
plorable situation of that man, who has 
a wife and children at home dependent 
on him and in a starving condition, 
when he himself is without a ' shirt ! ' " 

The speech of which the above is the 
substance was with other documents 
transmitted by the Quakers to Mr. 
Jefferson when he was in office as 
President of the United States. By him 
it was transmitted to the Governor of 
Ohio, with a pressing request (see 
Journals H. R., 1808-9) tnat ^ should 
be laid before the legislature of that 
State at its next session. He did so. 
The legislature with great promptitude 
acted on the subject, and passed the 
excellent law which is now in force on 
that subject. 

What an example has been set by 
this Indian chief, worthy the imitation 
of any great man ! And what a pity 
that the legislature of Ohio, after hav- 
ing passed so excellent a law, restrain- 
ing the vending of spirituous liquors to 
the Indians, should not have passed 
a similar law against drunkenness 
among our own citizens ! 



Intemperance of Great Men. 

The biographers of some of the most 
distinguished literary characters of this 
and other countries present lamentable 
examples of the direful effects of alco- 
holic liquors on the intellect. The na- 
tional injuries thus sustained may be 
considered in a twofold point of view ; 
that is, in the first place, from the par- 
tial incapacity for mental labors which 
is thereby produced ; and, secondly, the 
premature mortality of men whose men- 
tal exertions might otherwise have great- 
ly benefited their country. Byron and 
Burns form prominent examples. Prior, 
according to his biography, was not free 
from the charge of intemperance. Dr. 
King states that Pope hastened his end 
by drinking spirits. Pope remarks that 
Parnell was a great follower of drams, 
and strangely open and scandalous in 
his debaucheries ; all are agreed that he 
became a sot and finished his existence. 
Dryden, in his youthful days, was con- 
spicuous for his sobriety ; " but for the 
last ten )^ears of his life," observes Den- 
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dison, and drank with him even more 
than he ever used to do — probably so 
far as to hasten his end." " Cowley's 
death," remarks Pope, " was occasioned 
by a mean accident while his great 
friend, Dean Pratt, was on a visit with 
him at Chertsey. They had been to- 
gether to see a neighbor of Cowley's, 
who, according to the fashion of the 
times, made them welcome. They 
did not set out on their walk home till 
it was too late, and had drunk so deep- 
ly they lay out in the fields all night. 
This gave Cowley the fever and carried 
him off." The great Shakspere also 
fell a victim to the same direful habit. 



The Irishman's Dream. 

At a temperance meeting in Ireland 
a Mr. Flynn was called up. As he 
stood upon his feet, he said he would 
relate a curious dream he had had. 

" I thought," said he, " I was going 
down Patrick-strick Street, and I saw 
two fellows racking off two puncheons 
of the ' devil's own,' and I had the curi- 
osity to peep into the bung-hole ; but 
being so long a teetotaler, the fumes got 
the better of me, and into some old ruin 
in the Liberty I strayed, and there fell 
fast asleep ; how long I slept I know 
not, but my dreams were long enough. 
I dreamed that I was on a long and 
weary road, and it was covered over 
with grains and mash, and as I was 
looking around me I saw an old fellow 
that lived in the Liberty and kept a pub- 
lic-house, so I went up to him and 
asked him where that road led to ? Leads 
to ? said he, why, it leads to Old Nick. 

murder ! said I, am I on the road to 
hell ? Sure enough you are, said he. 
Well, said I, you will be with me at any 
rate. I think, said he, you will not get 
in ; but come along, anyhow. We jog- 
ged on, at all events, until we came to a 
turnpike gate, and out jumps a little 
fellow and asked me what I wanted ? 

1 want to pass on, said I. You cannot, 
said he. Why, said I? There is no 
person to pass here to-day, said he, but 
two. And who might they be ? said I. 
One is the postman from Cork, Lim- 
erick, and Clonmel, and the other is the 
reporter from the Teetotal World; for 
Old Nick himself cannot stop him. 
You must pay a penny, any way, said 
he. For what ? said I. I'll let you pass, 



j said he, if you do ; for you will not be 
noticed at the other gate, if you overtake 
I the funeral. Give me change of that, 
I said I, pulling out my medal ; and when 
I he saw the name of Dr. Doyle on it, he 
sighed, and was closing the gate, but I 
rushed in. Oh ! said he, there is posi- 
tive orders not to let any teetotaler go 
this way ; all others are welcome. Oh ! 
said I, you are keeping me too long ; so 
I ran by him and got up to the old chap 
again. We were chatting away as we 
went, and on reaching the next gate, 
there we saw the hearse, and next to it 
the drunkard's omnibus. It was full 
of briefs, warrants, lattitats, summon- 
ses, executions, informations, death- 
warrants, and every piece of paper that 
was ever invented to annoy and ruin 
man was pinned all around it. On the 
top of it was a bar-boy, with his coat 
off, and he standing before a three-pull 
porter machine, and he working with all 
his might, to the tune of "Coming, sir." 
On the back seat was the jolly Bacchus 
sitting on a keg, labelled on the end 
rich raspberry. He had another small 
cask before him, and it had a label on 
it of aromatic infusion. Next came a 
dozen horses that I often saw under 
porter drays, and they had yoked to 
them the stretcher, and it was covered 
with a pall. I was curious enough to 
lift it up, and what do you think I saw? 
Why, it was full of glasses, naggins, cans, 
quarts, croppers, jugs, and bottles, all 
laid on labels of ginger-beer, teetotal 
cordials, and Guinness's XX, with pure 
malt, etc. Where, said I, can they be 
going with all the empty vessels ? 
Empty indeed ! said he. Y r es, said I. 
Why, said he, they are all full ; so I 
lifted up the pall again, and I saw a few 
of the women's pocket pistols. It must 
be these that are full, said I ; so I took 
one and looked into it, but could see 
nothing ; so I went to him and asked 
him what was in them ? Vvhy, said he, 
they are full of the orphan's tears and 
the widow's sighs — they are full of the 
blood of the murdered and the remorse 
of the murderer — they are full of the 
curses of the ruined maid and the 
broken-hearted parents — they are full 
of the groans of the convicts and the 
last words of the dying felon. Yes, 
said he, they are overflowing with all 
die miseries, the curses, the blasphe- 
| mies, that ever disgraced this earth ; 
' but since teetotalism has spread abroad, 
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in, as they would not be of any longer 
use on earth ; he is going to bury them 
and the corpse together. And where is 
the corpse? said I. In the hearse, said 
he. Now, the hearse was an open one, 
and yet I could see no coffin. There is 
no corpse in the hearse, said I. Indeed 
there is, said he — two ; but they are 
wrapped up so close together that you 
cannot see them. And who are they? 
said I. Oh ! said he, his grief almost 
smothering him, it's the publicans' licen- 
ses and the patent of Donnybrook fair. 
And where are they to be buried ? said 
I. Near John's Well, said he. These 
roads are very much deserted, said I. 
Not of late, said he ; for we have ten or 
twelve of them coming daily since Mr. 
Corkran and Mr. Haughton and a few 
other gentlemen began to advocate tem- 
perance ; but when Father Mathew 
came, he gave them a galloping decline, 
and they are coming since that in hun- 
dreds. Did you try no doctors? said I. 
Oh ' we did, said he. And who might 
they be ? said I, for I know almost all 
the Dublin doctors. Why, said he, we 
tried Doctor Ginger-beer, Surgeon Pop, 
Doctor Treacle-beer, and Surgeon Aro- 
matic Infusion ; and our apothecaries 
were Mr. Tincture of Lemon, Mr. Re- 
pealers' Cordial, and Mr. Imperial 
Spruce. But it was all no use ; they left 
nothing undone, but they are only get- 
ting worse and worse every day. And 
who are all these men with the funeral ? 
said I. Oh ! they are the brewers and dis- 
tillers who came to see their last friends 
to their last home, and with them came 
the hangman and the turnkeys ; and all 
these that are bringing up the rear are 
the first division of the dismissed police, 
who are all to be discontinued. Just 
as he was speaking a great sound of 
music came sweeping on the breeze ; 
so I looked up, and there were all the 
pianos and harps that the publicans 
ever bought out of the poor man's 
money, ranged on the stillions of their 
cellars, drawn by their cocktailed 
horses ; and next came a wagon loaded 
with all the old fiddlers and pipers who 
used to play at Donnybrook, going to 
play one dirge over the corpse. Sud- 
denly the air became impregnated with 
sulphur, and the Old Boy himself came 
forth, and kissed and hugged the bodies 
in the hearse, and then he looked 
amazed at the omnibus ; but when he 
saw the stretcher, he burst out in the 
following lamentation : O you, my 



trusty friends, who never failed to make 
a brother shed a brother's blood ! what 
has brought you here ? O you that 
never failed to fill the streets with pros- 
titutes and the gibbets with victims ! 
why have ye returned — is there none to 
destroy? O you, the handmaids of 
treason, the forerunners of poverty, of 
sickness, and of crime ! could you do 
nothing for me in this hour of desola- 
tion? Oh ! could you work no longer? 
How long he would have continued I 
know not ; but, fixing his eyes full on 
Tom Flynn, he was just going to vent 
all his fury on me, when I shouted out 
with all my might : I am a teetotaler. 
And what brought you here? said 
he ; there are particular orders not 
to let an}' teetotaler come this way. 
I only came to the funeral, said I. 
Well, he will not be buried for forty 
days, said he — that will be the loth of 
October ; and then, said he, you may 
come and see the ceremony. You may 
be sure I did not delay until I got out- 
side the turnpike, and when I came to 
the last gate I began knocking with all 
my might. Who is there? said the 
porter. It's Tom Flynn, from the Black 
Rock, said I ; open the door. He open- 
ed the door, and where do you think I 
got into ? A cordial-shop, where I 
awoke. Yes, my friends, every cordial- 
shop has a private entrance to these 
regions ; and though I, and the post- 
man, and the reporter got free, take 
care, would ye all be so fortunate. Oh ! 
if ye could hear the howling of the 
damned, which even in imagination 
made my blood rush in icy chillness to 
my heart, you would shun the cordial- 
shops ; for, believe me, they are private 
entrances to hell." 

The meeting then separated 



Charles Jewettj M.D. 

Doctor Jewett is one of the great men 
in the temperance ranks — a prince 
among temperance lecturers. Oft have 
I heard him with intense delight ; once 
at the State convention at Saratoga 
Springs. He had talked an hour, and 
said, " I must close my address." u I 
am sorry," said a lady just in front of 
me ; and she was not the only one who 
was sorry. The doctor abounds in ar- 
gument, in illustration, in wit and 
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mightier opponent; temperance no 
abler champion. He has brought out 
a new work, " Forty Years' Fight with 
the Drink Demon " ; an able production, 
worthy of the pen of its gifted author. 
A few anecdotes concerning Dr. Jewett 
I had gathered before that volume came 
into existence. 

DR. JEWETT, THE CAPTAIN, AND THE 
ESQUIRE. 

Dr. Jewett had engaged to speak in 

the evening at W , in Massachusetts, 

and, having no acquaintances in town, 
put up at the hotel. Among those who 
visited the bar during the afternoon was 

a Captain A , who kept himself 

about half-seas over, and. remaining in 
the bar-room, drank about once an 

hour. Another was Squire H , a 

stout man of about fifty, whose manner 
indicated that he felt his importance, 
and as often as he came for his drink — 
and it was pretty frequently during the 
afternoon — he cast a look of contempt 
upon Captain A , whom he regard- 
ed as a miserable drunkard, though he 
did not swallow half as much liquor as 
himself. Drunk as he was, the captain 
noticed the contemptuous look of the 
squire, and no doubt resolved to be 
even with him when opportunity should 
afford ; for he felt that he was as good 
a man as the squire, although, being a 
weaker man, he could not carry off 
steadil}^ so much whiskey. Captain 
A was a genial, good fellow natu- 
rally, a perfect gentleman in his man- 
ner, even when tipsy, and a great wit 
withal. During the afternoon he form- 
ed an acquaintance with Dr. Jewett, 
had a long talk with him, and conclud- 
ed to accept the doctor's invitation to 
attend the lecture. The hall was filled. 

Captain A sat on one of the front 

seats, and listened respectfully, though 
considerably intoxicated. When the 
service had ended, he rose, hat in hand, 
and, hardly able to stand steadily with- 
out support, spoke as follows : 

" Fellow-citizens, the speaker has, in 
the conclusion of his interesting (hie) 
discourse, made an appeal to the drunk- 
ards. Well, it's all right and (hie) rea- 
sonable, and I have nothin' to say 
against it. Now, I don't know but I'm 
the only (hie) drunkard there is in the 
room, and I hope I am ; but (and with 
this he turned partly about, and cast 
his eye over the room) — but, Squire 



H 



'here are you ?" 



A roar of laughter showed that this 
hard hit at the squire was fully appre- 
ciated and keenly relished by the au- 
dience. Years have since passed, but 
the recollection of that evening, the doc- 
tor's lecture, and this curious and laugh- 
able conclusion have not faded from the 
memory of the people of W . 

A BOSTON " BREWER " IN HIS OWN VAT. 

The fire glowed bright beneath the still, 
And fiercely boiled the foaming flood, 

Destined the drunkard's veins to fill, 
To scorch his brain and fire his 
blood. 

The workmen cheerily plied their tasks, 
When in the great distiller came 

To inspect the work ; and now he asks, 
''How boils the flood? How burns 
the flame ? " 

Vexed that the hell-broth cooks so 
slow, 
He mounts the vat with careless 
tread 
To stir the mixtures vile below, 
But slips, and plunges over head ! 

Panting and gasping hard for breath, 
He struggles with the damning tide, 

And would have 3 ielded there to death, 
But helping hands were now applied, 

Which dragged him from the foaming 
vat, 

Resembling much a drowned wharf-rat. 

Bedaubed with yeasty slime and foam, 

Fragrant and dripping as he passed, 

This great distiller sought his home — 

By sad experience taught at last 
This truth, contained in holy writ : 
Who for his neighbor digs a pit, 
Will sometimes tumble into it ! 

DR. JEWETT AND THE LIQUOR-DEALER. 

In the year 1838 Dr. Jewett had a 
controversy, through the columns of a 
Providence, R. I., paper, with a whole- 
sale liquor-seller, as to whether the 
liquor-trade ought to be regarded as a 
legitimate business, and generally as to 
its essential character as just, moral, re- 
spectable, etc. Those acquainted with 
the doctor can readily believe that the 
pen-pictures of the nefarious business 
which he held up before the Providence 
liquor-seller and the public were any- 
thing but flattering. In the doctor's 
closing article the following lines oc- 
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the essential vileness of the business, 

and added, 

44 I'd sooner black my visage o'er. 

And put a shine on boots and shoes, 
Than stand within a liquor-store 

And rinse the glasses drunkards use." 

We have no evidence that the peru- 
sal of the lines profited the venerable 
liquor- seller engaged in the controversy, 
but it effectually cured a young man 
who had but recently engaged in the 
business. He quit it at once, declar- 
ing that he never rinsed a glass for a 
poor slave of drink afterward but that 
last line would instantly sing its way 
through his brain — 

" And rinse the glasses drunkards use." 
It impressed him so strongly with the 
essential meanness of the business that 
he could not follow it and look his fel 
low-men in the face, and he at once de- 
cided to abandon it. So much for the 
power of ridicule when the shaft is 
skilfully directed. 

THE DREAM. 

li I dreamt a dream, which was not all a 
dream." 

At a public meeting, held at the Marl- 
boro Chapel, Boston, during the sit- 
ting of the Massachusetts Convention, 
Dr. Jewett, in the course of some re- 
marks, said he would relate a dream, 
giving in verse M The Rumseller's and 
Rum-drinker's Lamentation." 

The labors of the day were past, 
And, wearied with its toil and care, 

I'd reached my own hearth-side at last, 
And threw me in my easy-chair. 

There, as I sat and mused upon 
The changing state of man's affairs, 

My mind was saddened with the gloom 
Which every earthly prospect wears. 

Sleep stole my senses one by one, 

When in his chariot of air 
Imagination bore me on, 

And dropt me in your Still-House 
Square. 

The place was gloomy as the grave, 
And from a dark and dismal den, 

Not distant far, there came forth sounds 
As from a group of drunken men ; 

And with them curses mingled oft, 
And nearer drew the sounds, and 
soon 

There seemed a man approaching slow, 
Seen dimly by the midnight moon. 



And while the group more distant sang, 
And shouted forth their haw ! haw ! 
haw ! 

This man drew near and thus exclaimed, 
" My curse upon the license law." 

With that he stamped upon the stones 
With which were paved the public 
way, 

And still spoke on — I caught the tones, 
And thus he said, or seemed to say : 

Alas ! for the days of our glory are 

past, 
And the long-dreaded evil has reached 

us at last. 
We must now our respectable traffic 

give o'er, 
For our license is out, and we cannot 

get more. 
No more shall the poor, oppressed la- 
borers come 
To our shops, to replenish their bottles 

with rum. 
Oppress'd by tyrannical laws, they may 

sigh 
And mourn over joys that are past, and 

go dry ; 
But they must not blame us, for we've 

often declared, 
That we would still fill up their jugs if 

we dared. 
No, they must not blame us ; and if 

they find their doom 
Is to spend all their long, tedious even- 
ings at home, 
With a rabble of children and a sad, 

peevish wife, 
Without even one gill of the comfort of 

life, 
Then from each toper's throat the hot 

curses shall pour, 
Before which these temperance fanatics 

shall cower, 
Repent their rash acts, and with hearty 

good-will 
Give us what we contend for — a license 

to kill. 

He passed ; and next the drunkard 

came, 
With blood-shot eye and face of flame, 
With drivelling mouth, with pimpled 

nose, 
With crownless hat and tattered clothes, 
With trembling hand, with unshod feet, 
That sought by turns both sides the 

street ; 
With zigzag step he strode along, 
Unmindful of the tittering throng 
Of thoughtless fools of various sort 
That followed, just to enjoy the spjrt. 



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Sudden he stopped, as he were lost, 
And leaning 'gainst a friendly post, 
While round him closed the gathering 

crowd, 
Thus belched his troubles forth aloud : 

u Nabers and frinds, and can this be. 
And shall we be no longer free ? 
Say, has the time, long dreaded, come, 
When we can't have one drop of rum ? 
If that's the case, it beats creation, 
And I'll up stakes and quit the nation. 
Wily, sir, if we submit in quiet, 
The next they'll rigilate our diet, 
And say by law we sha'n't eat carrin 
Or flesh of beasts that died of murrin. 
'Tis very strange that men should think 
To rigilate by law our drink. 
In laws like this there is no merit ; 
They rouse up our New England sperit. 
We'd have folks know that we're born 

free ; 
Our fathers fought for liberty ; 
And 'fore our nateral rights we'll yield, 
We'll shoulder arms and march the field, 
Assert our rights, as freemen should, 
And battle for the public good. 
But not alone shall we go forth ; 
Our friends will come from South, from 

North, 
From East, from West, good, sturdy 

fellers, 
Led on by Boston liquor-sellers." 

A CHANGE SUGGESTED. 

Some years ago Doctor Jewett, while 
travelling in the Province of New 
Brunswick, had his attention directed 
by a fellow-passenger to a curious sign 
over the door of a liquor-shop. A 
rude painting of a beehive occupied a 
portion of it, and the following verse 
the remainder : 

" Within this hive we're all alive, 
Good liquor makes us funny ; 

As you pass by, step in and try 
I he flavor of our honey." 

The doctor proposed the following 
change, substituting for beehive the 
picture of a plucked pigeon or a musk- 
rat skinned, with the following verse : 

"We've liquors here of every kind, 

And sell them cheap, as you shall find : 

They'll make you feel quite funny ! 
Perhaps they'll sprawl you on the floor; 
If so we'll kick you out the door, 

After we've got your money." 

THE JUG. 

One afternoon, as a boy named Samuel 
was returning from school, he was over- 
taken by a very heavy fall of snow, 
which came on suddenly with a violent 



wind. There was already much snow- 
on the ground, and this driving storm 
drifted in large piles to the side of the 
road. Samuel fought his way along, 
buffeting the wind and snow, till he 
came to the hill at the foot of which he 
j lived. He was running down this hill 
when he saw something red at the side 
of the road, and stopped to pick it up. 
What was his surprise to find a child 
asleep in the snow ! He looked again ; 
it was his little sister Catherine. A 
thin red calico shawl was pinned over 
her shoulder; her tattered bonnet had 
fallen from her head. One little hand 
was half raised, as if imploring help ; 
the other grasped the jug. 

"O my sister! my sister is dead!" 
exclaimed Samuel. He caught her up, 
and ran down the hill, carrying her 
benumbed frame in his arms. 

He reached the house, and fell with 
his burden at the door. His mother 
came and gave one agonizing shriek. 
His father was asleep on the bed ; he 
felt too sick to move, but not to drink, 
and had forced his little girl to go and 
procure for him the poison that was 
fast sending him to the grave. It 
snowed but little when she went out, 
but the storm had increased in violence, 
and her feeble frame was unable to 
bear it. Samuel and his mother brought 
the child into the house, and, after 
rubbing her some time, perceived signs 
of life. They then put her into a tub 
of cold water, and with returning con- 
sciousness the sufferings of the poor 
child commenced. She drewher breath 
with difficulty, and her groans and con- 
vulsions showed how great was her pain. 
The}' laid her on the side of the bed 
with her miserable father, and Samuel 
ran for the doctor. 

The doctor came and said there was 
little to be done. Though the child 
recovered for a while, he said she had 
not long to live in this world. He did 
all he could, and kindly soothed the 
little sufferer. A burning fever and de- 
lirium came on. The poor child still 
thought she was striving to get home. 
" Oh ! this jug is so heavy," she would 
exclaim. " I shall fall down — I cannot 
go any further. Mother ! Samuel ! do 
come and help me." Towards morning 
she fell into a disturbed s!eep; and 
when the doctor came, he found her 
easier, but it did not last long. After 
a few days and nights of pain and dis- 
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drunkard went to the home of the blest, 
where intemperance never enters and 
its evils never are felt. 



Judge Rose and His Daughter. 

Judge Rose lived in Bellville, on the 
banks of a great river of the West. 
Every year he went to Washington, 
and his voice was often heard in Con- 
gress. Yet, though he was called great, 
he was not good, because he was very 
fond of drinking wine, brandy, etc., and 
frequenting the gambling-rooms so nu- 
merous in that city. Those habits 
gained upon him daily, until they con- 
quered all his moral strength. His 
townsmen refused to send him as their 
delegate. 

Judge Rose had an amiable wife and 
three pretty daughters. Mary, the eld- 
est, was his especial pet. He thought 
more of her than he did of himself, and 
no wish of hers was ungratified. She 
was of a sweet disposition, and so obe- 
dient and respectful to her parents and 
everybody about her that she was be- 
loved by everybody. And though her 
father's dwelling was most elegant, and 
they had beautiful grounds, and ser- 
vants, and horses, and carriages, and 
fine clothes, she never put on airs, as 
many do, but was modest and retiring. 
Mr. Rose and his wife and daughters 
were all members of a Christian church. 
He was often suspended from its fel- 
lowship, and on promise of repentance 
received again. His influential posi- 
tion in society, and the pious confidence 
of his wife and daughters, caused much 
pity for them, and elicited much pa- 
tience. They hoped by love and for- 
bearance to restore him wholly. But 
all the love of his family and the church 
could not stop this erring man in his 
downward career. 

At last, so low did he fall as to lose 
all self-respect, and frequent the lowest 
whiskey-shops in town. Daily'he went 
out unshaven, unwashed, ragged, and 
almost naked, and when drunk would 
sing some low song, which would draw 
around him a crowd of boys to jeer and 
laugh, and scorn the once dignified and 
respected judge. In personal appear- 
ance he was the lowest of the low. 

It is not to be supposed that Chris- 
tian and temperance men allowed such 
a man to ruin himself without efforts to 



save him. Earnest and persevering 
efforts were put forth, prayers were 
offered up, and his family left no ave- 
nue to his heart unentered. But all 
were alike useless and hopeless. His 
wife and daughters wept and prayed, 
but finally despaired entirely. 

Mary, his pet, often labored to save 
her father from open disgrace, if not 
private sin. She became very sad, and 
refused to attend church or enter so- 
ciety. When her father was sober, he 
had sense enough left to perceive the 
sorrowful change in his once happy 
Mary, and seemed to regret his course 
more for her sake than his own. 

One morning he started as usual for 
the drinking-shop. He was a horrible 
object, indecent to look at, as well as 
filthy. His wife tried to hold him back, 
and get him at least to put on some de- 
cent clothing, but he would not yield. 
Mary made her appearance by his side, 
clothed in rags, low at the neck, bare- 
armed and bonnetless, with an old 
whiskey-bottle in her hand. Taking 
her father's arm, she said : 

" Come, father, I'm going too." 

"Going where?" staring at her as if 
horror-struck. 

" To the dram-shop. What is good 
for you is good for me." 

Then she began to flourish her bottle 
and sing one of the low songs she had 
heard him sing in the streets. 

" Go back, girl ; you are crazy. 
Mother, take her in." 

" But 1 am going, father, with you to 
ruin both soul and body. It is no use 
for me to be good while you are going 
on to the bad place. You'll be lonely 
there without your Mary." 

" Go away, girl ; you'll drive me mad." 

u But you have been mad a long time, 
and I am going mad too." 

So Mary pulled away at her father's 
arm, and went on to open the gate. He 
drew back ; she still dragged on, and 
sang louder. A few boys began to run 
toward them, and then her father broke 
from her hold and went in the house. 
There he sat down, and putting his face 
in his hands wept and sobbed aloud. 
Still Mary stayed out. 

"What is the matter?" said Mrs. 
Rose. 

ft Mary is crazy, and I have made her 
so. I wish I was dead. Do go and get 
her in. I won't go out to-day." 

Mrs. Rose went and told Mary what 
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in and sat down with her bottle in 
hand, and all day she kept on her rags. 
Mr. Rose was in a terrible state for 
want of his accustomed stimulus, and 
frequently would go to the door ; but 
Mary was ready at his side on every 
occasion. Mrs. Rose prepared her 
meals with extra care, and gave him 
cups of good strong coffee, and the 
latter part of the day he lay down to 
sleep. When he woke up, Mary was still 
in her rags, and her bottle by her side. 
With much trembling and shaking he 
put on a good suit of clothes, and asked 
his wife to send for a barber. Then 
after tea he said, " I am going out." 
"Where?" 

" To the Temperance Hall. Go with 
me, and see if I don't go there." 

So Mrs. Rose went with him to the 
door of the hall, Mary still saying, " I 
must follow, for I am afraid he will go 
to the whiskey-shop without me." 

But his wife saw him go up-stairs and 
enter the meeting-room, and the door 
closed upon them. Then she and Mary 
went home to rejoice with trembling at 
the success of the stratagem. 

Surprise, joy, and some distrust per- 
vaded the minds of the assembly of 
temperance brothers when Mr. Rose 
walked in, and was invited forward and 
asked to speak whatever he wished. 

He rose and told the tale of a day, 
and added : 

" When I saw how my angel daughter 
was transformed into a low, filthy vul- 
ture, when I knew how much lower she 
would have to descend if she went with 
me, I abhorred myself. She vowed to 
go everywhere I went, and to do every- 
thing I did. Could I see her do that? 
Her loveliness stained, her character 
ruined, she pure as an angel ! No, sir ! 
if it kills me, I will leave off, and never 
touch, taste, or handle more, from this 
night henceforward for ever. And now, 
gentlemen, help me to be a man again." 
The building vibrated with the cheer- 
ing, stamping, and clapping, and a gush 
of song rose from those manly hearts 
which might have been heard for miles. 
Oh ! there is joy in heaven over one 
sinner that repenteth ; and should there 
not be joy on earth ? 



Dr. Johnson and Hannah More. 

Mrs. Hannah More asked Dr. Sam- 
uel Johnson "why he drank no wine." 



He honestly and wisely replied, " Be- 
cause if I drink at all I shall drink toe 
much. Abstinence is as easy as moder 
ation is difficult." 



Just a Thimbleful. 

Doctor Gregory was an eminent phy- 
sician of Scotland, one who set a good 
example to his patients ; for he had long 
abstained from the use of all fermented 
liquors. That gentleman was sent for 
to visit a lady who was often visited by 
singular paroxysms of the nerves. The 
doctor enquired if she was accustomed 
to take anything at such times. She 
replied, "Nothing." "What, nothing 
at all ? " "Why, sometimes I do just 
take a thimbleful of brandy." The 
doctor immediately took up his hat and 
stick, and said, " Madam, good-morn- 
ing. Give up your brandy, and you will 
be well in six weeks ; keep to your 
brandy, and you will be in your grave 
in six months. 



The Juage and the Bar-Tender. 

An old friend of the late Judge Fletch- 
er, of this city, related to the writer 
many years ago the following anec- 
dote : 

Mr. Fletcher, when a young man, 
boarded in the old Exchange Coffee- 
House. Without much consideration, 
he had fallen in with the drinking fash- 
ion of the day, so far as to have a glass 
of spirits and water brought to his room 
evefy night, to be taken on going to 
bed, as a " night-cap." One night an 
unusual press of company prevented 
the bar-keeper from carrying up Fletch- 
er's usual dram. The esquire didn't 
regard it as quite the thing for him to 
go to the bar and get his grog ; and so 
went to bed without his " night-cap." 
But to sleep he could not. All night 
long he tumbled about for lack of his 
accustomed drink. And as he did so, 
his active and discriminating mind 
worked diligently. The fruit of his re- 
flections appeared next morning, when 
on getting up, weary and worn by his 
hard and restless night, Mr. Fletchcr 
went directly to the bar-keeper: * 4 Mr. 
you didn't bring me up any bran 



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sequence I have slept little or none all 
night." 

The bar-keeper was very sorry. This 
neglect should not occur again. " Not 
so/' rejoined Mr. Fletcher. " Never 
bring me another drop of liquor unless 
I order it. If it has come to this, that 
I can't sleep without the help of a 
tumbler of toddy, it is high time that I 
stopped drinking and broke up the 
dangerous habit." 

From that day Mr. Fletcher became 
a thoroughgoing temperance man. — 
Boston Traveller. 



King Philip Drunk and King Philip 

Sober. 

A woman requested justice of King 
Philip for some alleged injury, and in 
detailing her case made statements 
which were not pleasing to the king. 
Philip, after hearing her arguments, de- 
cided the case against her. The woman, 
who, it appears, possessed a resolute 
spirit, on hearing the decision, replied 
with great calmness, " I appeal !" 
"How," said Philip, "from your king? 
To whom then?" "To Philip when 
sober," was the spirited reply. The 
conduct of the king on this occasion 
was worthy of a more virtuous man. He 
took the case a second time into con- 
sideration, repented of his previous in- 
justice, and rendered the woman redress 
for her grievances. 



Kirkham the Grammarian. 

The multitudes of young people who 
have studied Kirkham's grammar will 
read with sadness the following : Kirk- 
ham, the distinguished grammarian, was 
found in an old distillery in the last 
agonies of delirium tremens. He died 
about five minutes after he had been 
discovered by the passers-by. How 
have the mighty fallen ! — Ky. Standard. 



Rev. Mr. Kettle and the Enquirer. 

Mr. Kettle was a preacher in Massa- 
chusetts, and he was ever ready to an- 
swer a fool according to his folly. 

One Sabbath he preached a sermon 



which offended one of his parishioners. 
The next morning the vexed man met 
him and said : " Well, sir, I told our 
folks that the Kettle boiled over yester- 
day." " I thought you looked as if you 
were scalded," was the prompt reply. 

At the close of a temperance lecture 
which Mr. Kettle delivered in a school- 
house where were several hard drinkers, 
one of the latter, as he was going out 
the door at the close of the lecture, turn- 
ed round and cried out, " Mister, can 
you tell me the way to hell ?" " Yes." 
said the lecturer : " keep right on in 
your present course, sir." 



The King of Rumsellers. 

Alexander Welsh, familiarly known 
as " Sandy Welsh," I knew very well. 
Sandy was quite a character. For a 
time he was the prince of rumsellers, 
but he became a changed man, aban- 
doned the misery-making traffic, and be- 
came an able champion of the tempe- 
rance cause. The reader will get the 
best idea of him in an account he gave 
of himself in a public meeting in New 
York City, held March 22, 1842. 

We have here his own portrait, sketch- 
ed and drawn by his own hand : 

"I am called King of Rumsellers 
(and I suppose I am), in the way of rid- 
icule. I stand before you one of an un- 
fortunate or fortunate class of reformed 
drunkards. I have been nine months on 
the list, and I have had a new life of it. 
I never attended a temperance meeting 
in all my life. I said it was all a hum- 
bug. I was converted in a rum-shop 
where more rum had been sold than in 
any place in New York. I was sitting 
there till twelve o'clock at night with 
friends — I call them friends — drinking 
friends. I had drunk that day twenty- 
five glasses. Few know what is going 
on in New York after twelve o'clock at 
night, and no man can tell the extent 
of his drinking. It is only when a man 
drinks twelve glasses that he begins to 
get dry. I was asked to drink that 
night ; but I made up my mind to drink 
no more. But I would not come out 
then, for I kept a rum-shop, and had to 
ask men to drink rum. But that is poor 
business ; it will always end in making 
the rumseller himself a drunkard. I 
would not drink, and the drinkers be- 
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among the teetotalers. They do not 
love to have a teetotaler among them. 
Some have advised me not to go into 
the rum-shops. I do not go much ; only, 
when 1 see a poor fellow there, I go in 
and say,' Come, now, this won't do ; come 
and sign the pledge.' I don't want to 
hurt the rumsellers, but they had better 
quit, now the cause is going on. I met 
one to-day, and he said last night he had 
a ball at his house, and he took only 
twenty-seven dollars for liquor, whereas 
last year he took ninety ; and said, * If 
you want my room for a temperance 
room, you may have it for nothing, and 
I will light it up.' I stuck to my plan. 
Two months before I made up my mind 
to sign the pledge, and I'll tell you how I 
came to. I was invited, among some gen- 
tlemen, the governor, corporation, mayor, 
and four hundred others, to the opening 
of the New York and Erie Railroad. 
There is drinking in high places as well 
as in low. Some are here to-night who 
were along with us — I see you, gentle- 
men ! Soon after we left the dock I 
went to the bar to get some lemonade, 
but it was all crowded full. When we 
arrived at Goshen, I went out and got 
my dinner and two glasses of water. 
When I came back to the cars, I saw a 
dozen of champagne brought in. I was 
asked to partake ; I said no. I had not 
signed the pledge, but I had made up 
my mind not to drink Soon a second 
dozen came and was drunk up, and 
then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, 
all drunk by men in high stations, and 
some of your old pledged men too. 
Then came the result : one hanging his 
head out of the window of the car like 
a dead calf ; another tumbling over on 
to his neighbor ; then settling all man- 
ner of subjects, politics, religion, rail- 
roads, all mixed up with hurrahs and 
shouting. I then saw what liquor would 
do with gentlemen. I made up my mind 
to sign the pledge." 



Law and Love 

Rev. Edward Beecher was address- 
ing an audience in Boston in favor of 
applying the law to the rumsellers. 
While urging the necessity of stopping 
the wholesale dealers, he enquired : 

" Does any one ask how this can be 
done ? I reply, by public sentiment 
and by law." 



Miss Abby Folsom rose and said: 
" I deny it is law ; I testify 'tis love." 

" I agree to the testimony," replied 
the doctor ; " law is but the manifesta- 
tion of love — the law of God is the law 
of love." 



Abraham Lincoln. 

Abraham Lincoln, President of the 
United States, was a temperance man. 
When the committee of the nominat- 
ing convention came to him at Spring- 
field, Illinois, to inform him of his nom- 
ination, some of his neighbors, acquaint- 
ed with his temperance habits — his not 
being prepared to give a political com- 
mittee the usual treat — sent to his 
house some bottles of champagne ; but 
he said, " It won't do here" ; and order- 
ed it back where the committee might 
be assembled. 

ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND WINE. 

When he was elected President and 
on his way to Washington to be inau- 
gurated, his march was like that of a 
triumphant conqueror. He had a grand 
reception at Cincinnati, and they pre- 
sented him with some wine. Mr. 
Lincoln declined, saying: "For thirty 
years I have been a temperance man, 
and I am too old to change." What a 
noble example ! How praiseworthy 
such conduct ! 

HIS INAUGURATION. 

Mr. Lincoln had been in the habit of 
making temperance addresses. After 
his inauguration he was asked by a 
friend "if he was not overawed in ad- 
dressing that immense audience of in- 
tellectual men?" Mr. Lincoln replied, 
" Not half so much as he had been in 
addressing a temperance meeting." 



A License no Justification at the 
Bar of God. 

11 Yes," once said Rev. Mr. Pierpont, 
" you have a license — and that is your 
plea. Well, my friend, if that is your 
plea, I would adjure you to keep it — 
lock it up among your choicest jewels 
— guard it as the apple of thine eye ; 
and when you die, and are laid in your 
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ment is placed within your cold and 
clammy lingers, so that when you are 
called upon to confront the souls of 
your victims before your God, you may 
be ready to file in your plea of justifica- 
tion, and boldly to lay down your li- 
cense on the bar of the Judge. Yes, 
my friend, keep it ; you will then want 
your license, signed by the commis- 
sioners of Hampden, and endorsed by 
the selectmen of Springfield." — Eastern 
paper. 



The Lawyer and His Morning Dram. 

A practising lawyer, now one of the 
best examples of a wise Christian judge, 
many years ago, while busily pursuing 
the practice of his profession, contracted 
that ugly and unmanageable disease, 
" chills and fever," which infests the 
swamps and streams of our country. 
Various remedies were suggested and 
tried, but all to no purpose. At length 
his physician, who had no temperance 
scruples, advised the regular use of a 
" morning dram " as the only possible 
means of eradicating the disease. His 
patient was a man of temperate ha- 
bits, but having no lears that he would 
be in any danger from the prescription, 
immediately procured the necessary in- 
gredients for his nice morning dram. 
It was well flavored, and for a fort- 
night ihe prescription was strictly at- 
tended to. Perhaps it became more 
and more palatable every morning, with- 
out the patient perceiving it. About 
the expiration of that time, One morning 
he jumped out of bed, and with most 
inordinate haste commenced dressing 
as if the house was on fire. No start- 
ling cry was, however, heard, and yet it 
would have been amusing to have seen 
the urgent hurry he manifested in get- 
ting on his pants. Quick as thought 
his cravat was adjusted, and his comb 
and brush were applied in hot haste in 
arranging his hair. " What," said he, 
to himself, "am I in such a hurry 
about?" No urgent client demanded 
his immediate attention to business, no 
cause of alarm disturbed him, and yet, 
in spite of the almost total absence of 
any claim, he was nearly crazy to get 
his clothes on. Immediately he solved 
the problem thus : " It is simply to get 
the dram. It is about to become my 
master. I will not be its slave ! and 



from this moment I will not touch it. 
Happy decision. He quickly passed 
out of his room, but said nothing. At 
breakfast his thoughtful wife said to 

him : " Mr. , you have forgotten 

your dram !" " No, madam, I have not," 
said he ; " but, wife, did you not observe 
my haste to get on my clothes this 
morning? I found it was to get the 
dram ; I saw it was about to master me, 
and I have resolved never to touch it." 
And he did not. To this day he is a 
bright, if not a rare example, of a sober, 
wise, and excellent judge. 



Little Jane and Her Father. 

" What are you doing there, Jane ? " 

" Why, pa, I am going to color my 
doll's pinafore red." 

11 But what have you got to dye it 
with ? " 

" Beer." 

" Who on earth told you beer would 
dye red ? " 

" Why, ma said that it was beer that 
made your nose red, and — " 

" Here, Susan, take this child." 



The Little Beggar Boy. 

How children suffer from the dissipa- 
tion of their parents ! The Rev. Tho- 
mas Guthrie, D.D., relates the following 
tale of woe : 

" I was returning from a meeting one 
night about twelve o'clock, in a fierce 
blast of wind and rain. In Prince's 
Street a piteous voice and a shivering 
boy pressed me to buy a tract. I asked 
the child why he was out in such a 
night and at such an hour. He had 
not got his money ; he dared not go 
home without it ; he would rather sleep 
on a stair all night. I thought, as we 
passed a lamp, that I had seen him be- 
fore. I asked him if he went to church. 
■ Sometimes to Mr. Guthrie's,' was the 
reply. On looking again, I now re- 
cognized him as one I had occasionally 
seen in the Cowgate Chapel. Muffled 
up to meet the weather, he did not re- 
cognize me. I asked him what his fa- 
ther was. ' I have no father, sir ; he is 
dead.' His mother? 'She is very 
poor.' ' But why keep you out here ?' 
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I knew her well, and had visited her 
wretched dwelling. She was a tall, 
dark, gaunt, gypsy-looking woman, who, 
notwithstanding a cap of which it could 
be but premised that it had once been 
white, and a gown that it had once been 
black, had still some traces of one who 
had seen better days. But now she was 
a drunkard ; sin had turned her into a 
monster ; and she would have beaten 
that poor child within an inch of death, 
if he had been short of the money, by 
her waste of which she starved him and 
fed her own accursed vices." 



George Lippard, the Author. 

In an old bouse in an unfrequented 
part of Philadelphia, resides, in almost 
a dying condition, what remains of 
George Lippard. He has no attendant, 
is hypochondriacal, is much emaciated, 
and troubled with despondency. Had he 
but received one penny a volume for 
his published works, and saved the 
money, he would now be rich ; yet he 
ma)r die in that old house alone, where 
his life is now fast fading out. He said 
in the hearing of a visitor, a few days 
since, " Oh ! I am afraid I shall be left to 
starve. My memory is fast leaving me ; 
I am becoming an idiot. I wrote some 
yesterday, and then, O horrors ! the 
pains near my heart ! for two hours I 
suffered all the agonies of death, and 
yet I was alive ! If I was only prepar- 
ed, it would please me well to have this 
thin veil between myself and eternity 
drawn aside ; and yet I dread that fu- 
ture. There is no return. O death ! 
can I meet you like a man — like a Chris- 
tian ? Tis fearful, dreadful, and yet I 
wish it was over ; I care not to live ; 
mine has ever been a life of bitterness." 

In the sad picture we have here is 
seen another evidence of the remorse- 
less ruin brought by intemperance. 
This is the power that has brought Mr. 
Lippard so low. His bad habits led 
him into wild extravagances, and in his 
frolics he would squander money very 
foolishly and recklessly. A friend says 
he would call, at times, for a couple of 
drinks at a tavern, throw down a dollar, 
and walk off without waiting for his 
change. How sweet a relief would 
some of his wasted money now be to 
him ! In the name of all such sufferers, 
let us have a prohibitory law. 



Since writing tne above, we ieam by 
the Ti?nes that the unfortunate Lippard 
is dead. L. B. 

I heard young Lippard lecture in the 
days of his prime to a crowded and 
fashionable auditory. I little dreamed 
then of a career so foolish and ruinous. 
Lesson after lesson he took in the 
school of vice, lower and lower he de- 
scended the ladder of infamy, till he 
reached the bottom of human wretched- 
ness. 



The Little End of the Horn. 

A tailor in New Jersey was about to 
change his business and open a tavern. 
His wife was very much opposed to it. 
He procured his bar, decanters, rum, 
etc., all ready, when he began to think 
about a sign. He wanted something 
new, and this puzzled him a good deal. 
At length he went to his wife and asked 
her. "I'll tell you," said she, "what 
kind of a sign to get. Have a big horn 
painted, and yourself crawling out at 
the little end." And sure enough he 
did come out at the little end, for he 
manufactured himself into a drunkard, 
and finally went to ruin. 



The Landlord Outwitted! 

A quick-witted toper went into a bar- 
room and called for something to drink. 

"We don't sell liquor," said the law- 
abiding landlord. " We will give you a 
glass, and then if you want to buy a 
cracker we'll sell it to you for three 
cents." " Very well," said the toper, 
" hand down your decanter." 

The "good creature" was handed 
down, and our hero took a " stiff horn," 
when, turning round to depart, the un- 
suspecting landlord handed him the dish 
of crackers, with the remark, " You'll 
buy a cracker? " 

" Wall, no, I guess not ; you sell 
them too dear. I can get lots on 'em, 
five or six, for a cent elsewhere." 



The Lecturer and the Rumseller. 

A gentleman was invited into one of 
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to the time appointed, general informa- 
tion was given to all the inhabitants of 
the town, and it created considerable 
excitement. The friends of temperance 
were glad of it, but the rumseller and 
drinkers were exasperated. At length 
the time for commencing the lecture 
came, and the house was well filled. Soon 
after the service commenced the door 
opened, and in came one of the princi- 
pal tavern-keepers of the town, accom- 
panied by a miserable and squalid 
looking individual, beastly intoxicated. 
They marched up the aisle, and took 
their seats near, the pulpit, directly in 
front of the lecturer. The speaker pro- 
ceeded in his discourse, portrayed the 
awful consequences of intemperance, 
enlarged upon the iniquity of the traffic, 
and appealed to the audience to make 
every exertion to rout out the monster 
from the land. He grew warm and ani- 
mated, and pressed home the truth to 
the hearts and consciences of his hearers. 
During this time, the tavern-keeper sat 
mute, but it could be seen by his coun- 
tenance that he did not relish what was 
said. Not so his companion, for when 
the speaker said anything that was cut- 
ting or severe, he would mutter out, 
" It's false," " That's a lie," " There's no 
truth in it," and such kindred expres- 
sions, till finally he fell asleep, and 
gave good evidence by his snoring that 
he was lost to all that was passing 
around him. 

Very soon the lecture was finished, 
when the inn-keeper arose, and said he 
wished to say a few words in reply to 
the gentleman. He had been an in- 
habitant of that town for many years ; 
had endeavored to get an honest liveli- 
hood ; had minded his own business ; 
had never wronged his neighbor that 
he knew of; and he could not sit still 
and hear such vile and wicked slanders 
without endeavoring to counteract them. 
If such doctrines as had been propa- 
gated by the speaker should become 
universal, there would be an end to all 
society ; he hoped and trusted that the 
good sense of his townsmen would not 
permit them to be led astray by the de- 
lusions of temperance people. The 
temperance reform was all a humbug — 
it was priestcraft, and all signers to the 
pledge were hypocrites. He said he 
would close what he had to say by ask- 
ing one question of the lecturer. Said 
he, ' l Mr. , if the teetotal plan suc- 
ceeds, what are we going to do with 



our apples, our rye, our oats, and our 
bailey? Yes, I say, what are we going 
to do with our barley, our oats, our rye, 
and our apples? Yes, Mr. Speaker, 
that's the question to be settled, what 
are we going to do with our oats, our 
barley, our apples, and our r) r e?" He 
became highly excited, and, after repeat- 
ing the question "several times, with 
more earnestness than before he, at the 
top of his voice, and giving his hat, 
which he held in his hand, a twirl 
through the air, hit his sleeping com- 
panion across the face, reiterating the 
question for the twentieth time. " What, 
say I, are we going to do with our ap- 
ples, our rye, our barley, and our oats ? " 
The old fellow who had been asleep 
awoke from the blow he received, and, 
thinking it came from the lecturer, 
grumbled out, "Why, fat your hogs 
with them, you old fool!" The au- 
dience were convulsed with laughter, 
and the tavern-keeper rushed from the 
house chagrined and mortified. — Paw- 
tucket Gazette. 



Little Mary and Her Drunken 
Father. 

Facts are stranger than fiction. A 
temperance lecturer appointed a meet- 
ing in a country school-house at a late 
hour in the afternoon, but early enough 
to accommodate the children of the 
school who might wish to be hearers. 
Therefore the teacher and children of 
the school comprised the principal part 
of his audience, for but few of the in- 
habitants of the school district attended. 
Of course much of the address was 
adapted to children. Near the close of 
his address, the lecturer took from his 
pocket a paper, on which was written 
or printed the pledge, and enquired w T ho 
of the children would take the pledge, 
and see how many subscribers to it 
could be obtained among the children 
and people of that neighborhood. A 
little girl whose name was Mary, about 
seven years old, daughter of a notorious 
drunkard, rose, said she would take the 
pledge and get all the subscribers she 
could, and thus the meeting closed. In 
the evening the father came home intoxi - 
cated, and nothing was said to him till 
morning, when Mary presented herself 
before him with her temperance pledge, 
stating how she ca:ri3 by it, an I xskai 



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her father to sign it. He looked at her 
maliciously and indignantly, saying, 
" Don't come to me with your temper- 
ance nonsense," at the same time aim- 
ing a full blow on the side of her head 
with his flat hand, which laid her pros- 
trate on the floor. On seeing her fall, 
and rise crying, a heavier blow smote 
his conscience for his drunkenness and 
cruelty, which resulted in a secret reso- 
lution in his own mind that he would 
never taste of liquor, that had made him 
so cruel to his darling daughter. The 
resolution he kept in his bosom. Little 
Mary, soothed and comforted by her 
mother, went to school with her pledge, 
and obtained upon that day the signa- 
ture of her teacher, and the whole of the 
children that attended the school. On 
her return home at evening she showed 
her paper to her mother privately ; but, 
fearing to say anything to her father, she 
went around among their neighbors get- 
ting many signatures, but for the space 
of two weeks said nothing more to her 
father, he keeping silent also. 

At length the time came when he 
could keep silence no longer. One 
morning before school-time he called 
Mary to him, and said : " Mary, how 
many names have you got subscribed 
to your temperance pledge?" "I will 
show you the paper," said she, running 
to her place of deposit, and handing to 
him the paper which had cost her a blow 
on the head and a heavier blow on her 
father's heart which was now coming to 
light. The father took the paper, sitting 
in his chair, and Mary with anxiety 
standing before him looking him full in 
the face, while he counted the number 
of the names, and when done, looking 
pleasantly at her, he said, " Mary, you 
have got one hundred and fifty names 
signed !" On hearing this, she sprang 
on to his lap, threw her arms around 
his neck, impressed a kiss upon his 
cheek, and earnestly said, " Now, father, 
you sign it, and that will make fifty-one." 
The appeal, coming from his sweet little 
daughter with all her soul in her eyes, 
was irresistible. " Mary," said the fa- 
ther, " I will do it." And immediately 
added his name, and explained to his 
family the convictions of his mind from 
the circumstance of his cruel blow, 
which had been providentially overruled 
for his conversion to the cause of tem- 
perance. He began to live a new life 
of temperance, industry, frugality, ?md 
he became a devout Christian and was 



very useful to his fellow-men. After a 
lapse of years, the same temperance lec- 
turer who gave to little Mary the tem- 
perance pledge, visited the family in 
their new abode, and became acquainted 
with the wonderful history of the little 
scrap of paper. Here to his joy he 
found that the once drunken father had 
not only become temperate, but a pro- 
fessed Christian, a member of an Evan- 
gelical Church, and the superintendent 
of a flourishing Sabbath-school ; and his 
wife a member also ; that Mary, then in 
her teens, was a member of the church 
and a teacher in the Sabbath-school ; 
all constituting a Christian family of 
prayer and devotion to the service and 
glory of God, and all useful, promoting 
the cause of temperance. 



Licensed to Sell. 

" Don't, oh ! don't sell him any more 
drink ! Have pity upon us," cried a 
poor heart-broken wife to a gin-shop 
keeper. " You have got nearly all we 
had in the world ; my poor husband's 
character, health, and reason are near- 
ly all gone. For the sake of this poor, 
unhappy family, don't let him have any 
more liquor." " Get out of my shop, 
or I'll turn you out; don't come here 
with your noise ; I am licensed to sell." 
responded the hard-hearted gin-seller. 



The Lawyer and the Vendue Mas- 
ter. 

A respectable lawyer in the neighbor- 
hood of Boston was about to sell the 
wood which was standing upon a cer- 
tain piece of ground. He knew that 
ardent spirit is poison, and of course 
that it is wicked for men to drink it, or 
to furnish it to be drunk by others; 
and although it had been the custom, 
on such occasions, to furnish it, he told 
the vendue master not to furnish any, 
but in its stead to furnish nourishing 
food. The vendue master consented 
to follow his directions ; rt but," said he, 
" I am very sorry ; you will lose a great 
deal of money. I know how it works ; 
and you may depend upon it that, after 
men have been drinking, the trees look 
a great deal larger than they did be 
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Licensed Taverns a Curse. 

At a horse-race in New Jersey there 
were drunk $1,500 worth of ardent 
spirit and $600 worth of wine ; and 
during the days devoted to it there was 
an amount of idleness wickedness, 
blasphemy, and pollution which might 
well make the patriot tremble. A 
tavern-keeper who had reaped largely 
of the spoils remarked that he did not 
approve of such things ; " but," said he, 
" it is necessary for us to get up some- 
thing of this kind for our support. 
The ordinary business of tavern-keep- 
ing will not sustain us." Here, then, 
we have the truth. Our legislatures 
license tavern-keepers to accommodate 
the public. The public do not demand 
or support them ; and to sustain them- 
selves they must get up horse-racing, 
gambling, cock-fighting, and every 
species of wickedness. Are not licens- 
ed houses, then, truly a curse which 
ought to be done away with ? 



The Landlord. 

Let me alone," said a tavern-keeper, 
"let me alone ; I do not sell to drunk- 
ards ; if I do not sell, some one else 
will, and I only sell to support my 
family." A year or two made it mani- 
fest that his bar had at least one good 
customer, and he ended his days a 
drunkard and in a prison. 



Lord Stanhope and Father Mathew. 

When Father Mathew had made the 
world hear of his wonderful transforma- 
tion of Ireland from a den of whiskey- 
drunkards to a garden of sober men, it 
entered into the hearts and heads of the 
leaders of the National Temperance So- 
ciety of England to invite him over, 
in order that he might try his skill in 
making drunkards of his own persuasion 
sober, and give an impetus to the temper- 
ance movement generally. 

This Society was composed of a few 
peers of Parliament; some of the most dis- 
tinguished churchmen, amongst whom 
were the Bishop of London, a few lead- 
ing Dissenters, and the rest Quakers. 
The last were, as usual in every good 
work, first and foremost in action and 
in pay — last in ostentation an scrupu- 



losity. The fittert agent was the one 
they wished to be employed. If the 
Pope or the Captain-General of the Je- 
suits would propagate temperance, the 
Quakers would rejoice and help him. 
Not so every one. Some men are so 
conscientious that they could not assist 
in making drunkards sober and sane 
if it were to be done by means of Pa- 
pists ; others could not endure it to be 
done by infidels ; and there are a few 
who could bear to have it done by any- 
body save and except themselves. 

The Right Honorable the Earl Stan- 
hope was the President of the Society. 
Pie is one of the ancient nobility, a true 
believer in aristocracy, legitimacy, and 
supremacy — a thorough, whole-hearted 
Tory of the Old School, a High Church- 
man, an Orangeman when in Ireland, 
a steady speaker and voter against Ca- 
tholics, and especially Irish Catholics. 
But Lord Stanhope is a good moral 
man, well informed, wishes well to all 
men, and desires that all men should 
be in their senses. He is a hearty tem- 
perance man, thorough abstainers him- 
self and family, and he desires that every 
one else should be. He saw what had 
to be done, and he did his part nobly. 

He called the Society together, and 
told them that it was very important 
that Father Mathew should visit Eng- 
land while his name and fame were in 
the ascendant. He knew there were 
many difficulties in the way, but they 
must be removed, for it was evident 
that Father Mathew could do with the 
Catholics what no one else could do ; 
and as they had, and must have, a large 
population of Catholics 4 n London and 
other large places, it would be worth 
any sacrifice which they would be call- 
ed upon to make to raise them up to 
sobriety. He therefore proposed that 
the Society should invite Father Mathew 
over, and pay all the expenses of his 
operations, which should be left to him- 
self, and that they countenance and at- 
tend his meetings as much as possible. 
" Much as I love my church," said he ; 
" much as I am opposed to Roman Ca- 
tholicism in everything, especially its 
various orders of clergy, secular and 
religious ; much as I am opposed to 
any Irish papal ecclesiastic having in- 
fluence in England, I am opposed to 
intemperance more, and shall waive all 
my anti-papal feelings for the greater 
good of making Catholics sober." 

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tribution list for ^ioo, and undertook 
to be present at the first meeting of Fa- 
ther Mathew's, and be the first to take 
the pledge at his hands. 

Father Mathew came. The first meet- 
ing was held in Bethnal Green, an im- 
mense resort of Irish. The day was 
drizzly and the place muddy ; but Lord 
Stanhope was there. He introduced 
Father Mathew to the meeting, and 
then, in the presence of some twenty 
thousand Irish Catholics, the learned, 
lofty, and noble peer of England knelt 
down in the mud, took the pledge from 
Father Mathew, had his hand laid upon 
his head while a prayer was invoked 
for his fidelity, and then he received a 
medal, which he wore, expressive of the 
deed. 



The Lost Found. 

We had frequently observed a heart- 
broken-looking lad pass by with an oil- 
can in his hand. His tattered garments 
and his melancholy face were well cal- 
culated to excite observation and pity. 
It was but too evident that the vessel 
which he carried had been diverted 
from its legitimate use, and that it was 
now used not as an oil-can, but as a 
whiskey-jug. Having seen him pass 
twice in one day with his ever-present 
can, we had the curiosity to accost him, 
and did so by enquiring his residence. 

" I live," said he, " five miles from the 
city, on the road." 

" You have been to the city once be- 
fore to-day, have you not?" 

" Yes, sir ; I came down in the morn- 
ing, but I couldn't get what I was sent 
for, and I had to come again." 

11 What was you sent for, my lad ? It 
must be something very important to 
make it necessary for you to walk 
twenty miles in this storm." 

"Why, sir, it was whiskey that I was 
sent for. Father had no money, and 

he sent me to Mr. 's to get trusted ; 

but he wouldn't trust any more, so I 
had to go home without the whiskey ; 
but father sent me back again." 

"How do you expect to get it now, 
when you couldn't get it in the morn- 
ing?" 

" Why, sir, I have brought a pair of 
shoes which sister sent mother. Mr. 

will give whiskey for them. He 

has got two or three pairs of mother's 
shoes now." 



" Do you like to carry whiskey home, 
my boy?" 

" Oh ! no, sir, for it makes all so un- 
happy ; but I can't help it." 

We took the responsibility of advis- 
ing the boy not to fulfil his errand, and 
returned home with him. The family, 
we found, consisted of husband and 
wife and four children — the oldest (the 
boy) was not more than ten years of 
age, while the ) ? oungest was an infant 
of a few months old. It was a cold, 
blustering day. The north wind blew 
harshly, and came, roughly and unbid- 
den, through the numberless crevices 
of the poor man's hovel. A few black 
embers occupied the fireplace, around 
which were huddled the half-naked 
children and the woe-stricken mother 
and wife. Her face was haggard, her 
e} 7 es sunken, her hair dishevelled, her 
clothes tattered and unclean. She was 
seated upon an old broken chair, and 
was mechanically swinging to and fro, 
as if endeavoring to quiet her infant, 
which moaned pitifully in its mother's 
arms. 

By the side of this woe-smitten mo- 
ther kneeled a little girl of five or six 
years, down whose sallow cheeks tears 
were coursing, and who ever and anon 
exclaimed, "Poor little Willie! must 
you die? O mother! must Willie 
die?" And then, kissing the clammy 
sweat from '.' little Willie's " brow, cov- 
ered her face with her tattered apron, 
and wept. 

In the opposite corner of the chimney, 
and among the ashes which covered the 
hearth, sat a boy of about seven years, 
dragging from the half-dead embers a 
potato, which he broke open with the 
remark, " Mother, give this to little 
Willie. May be he's hungry. I'm hun- 
gry, too, and so is sister; but Willie's 
sick. Give him this potato, mother." 

"No, poor boy," said the mother. 
" Willie will never be hungry again. 
He will soon be dead." 

It had been sick from its birth, and it 
was now seemingly struggling to free 
itself from the harsh world into which 
it had but a few months previously 
been ushered. There was no tear in 
the eye of the mother, as she gazed 
upon 'the expiring babe. The fountain 
had been long before dried up by the 
internal fires which alcohol had kindled 
and fed. Yet she was the picture of 
despair ; and we could not but fancy, 
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dering back to the happy past — the days 
of her own infancy and girlhood, and 
her early home. Poor thing ! She had 
given her affections and her hand to a 
man who had taken the first steps in 
intemperance. She had left her home, 
full of buo} r ant hopes — hopes never to 
be realized — to spend a life of misery 
with a sot. Broken hearted, cast out 
from the society of her former friends, 
frowned upon by the " good society " 
humane, spoken of as the miserable 
wife of a miserable drunkard, no hand 
to help, no heart to pity, she very soon 
became a tippler and a drunkard herself. 

This remark drew all the children 
around the mother and the dying child. 
The father was sitting upon what was 
intended for a bedstead, without hat, 
shoes, or coat, with his hands thrust into 
his pockets, apparently indifferent to all 
that was passing around him. His head 
was resting upon his breast, and his 
blurred eyes were fastened upon the 
floor, as if he were afraid to look up at 
the sorrowing group who were watching 
the countenance of the dying infant. 

There was a moment of silence. Not 
a sound was heard. Even the sobs of 
the little girl had ceased. Death was 
crossing the hovel's threshold. The 
very respiration of the household seemed 
suspended, when a slight shivering of 
the limbs of the infant, and a shriek 
from the half-conscious mother, told 
that the vital spark had fled. 

For the first time the father moved. 
Slowly advancing to where his wife was 
seated, with quivering lips he whispered, 
"Is Willie dead?" 

11 Yes, James, the poor babe is dead ! " 
was the choking reply of the mother, 
who still sat, as at first, gazing upon the 
face of her little one. 

Without uttering another word, the 
f long brutalized father left the house, 
muttering as he went, " My God, how 
long?" 

At this moment a kind-hearted lady 
came in, who had heard but a few mo- 
ments before of the dangerous illness 
of the child. She had brought with her 
some medicine, but her angel visit was 
too late. The gentle spirit of the babe 
had fled, and there remained for her but 
to comfort the living. This she did, 
while we followed the father. We re- 
lated to him the circumstances which 
had led us to his house, and briefly 
spoke of the misery which inevitably 
follows in the wake of intemperance. 



" I know it, sir," said he. " I have 
long known it. I have not always been 
what you now see me. Alcohol and my 
appetite have brought me to this depth 
of degradation." 

"Why not master that appetite? You 
have the power. Thousands have 
proved it." 

" Sir, I believe it. I have seen others, 
as far reduced as myself, restored and 
made happy ; but you are the first who 
has ever spoken to me upon the subject, 
and I had too strong a passion for liquor 
to think of a reformation myself." 

" Well, will you not now make the 
effort ?" 

'• I will. It has occupied my thoughts 
during the whole morning ; and now, in 
the presence of Almighty God, I swear 
never again to touch the accursed thing 
which has ruined me and made beggars 
of my family." 

Happy enough to hear this manly 
resolution, we returned to the house 
with him ; in due time we made the 
fact known to his wi.e, and producing 
a pledge, the whole family signed it 
upon the table which held the body of 
their dead child ! 

The scene was an affecting one. . . . 
Two years had passed, when the inci- 
dent was recalled to our mind by a 
shake of the hand from a gentleman 
who was returning West with a stock 
of dry-goods which he had just pur- 
chased in New York. It was the man 
who signed the temperance pledge by 
the body of the dead child. — Rochester 
Democrat. 



A Lesson. 

Charles Lamb — who has not heard of 
" gentle Charles " ? — was much addicted 
to the wine-cup. Hear his solemn warn- 
ing ; heed it, ye who can : 

" The waters have gone over me. But 
out of the black depths, could I be 
heard, I would cry out to all those who 
have but set a foot in the perilous flood. 
Could the youth to whom the flavor of 
his first wine is delicious as the open- 
ing scenes of life, or the entering upon 
some newly-discovered paradise, look 
into my desolation, and be made to un- 
derstand what a dreary thing it is when 
a man shall feel himself going down a 
precipice with open eyes and passive 
will ; to see his destruction, and have 



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no power to stop it, and yet feel it all 
the way emanating from himself ; to see 
all goodness emptied out of him, and 
yet not be able to forget a time when it 
was otherwise ; to bear about the pite- 
ous spectacle of his own ruin ; could he 
see my fevered eye, feverish with last 
night's drinking, and feverishly looking 
for the night's repetition of the folly ; 
could he but feel the body of the death 
out of which I cry hourly, with feebler 
outcry, to be delivered — it were enough 
to make him dash the sparkling beve- 
rage to the earth in all the pride of his 
mantling temptation. 

11 Oh ! if a wish could transport me 
back to those days of youth, when a 
draught from the neat, clear spring 
could slake my heat which summer 
suns and youthful exercise had power 
to stir up in my blood, how gladly 
would I turn back to the element, the 
drink of my childhood and of child- 
like, holy heroism ! " 



The Lost Babe. 

A young man and his wife were pre- 
paring to attend a Christmas party at 
the house of a friend, some miles dis- 
tant. 

" Henry, my dear husband, don't 
drink too much at the party to-day; 
you will promise me, won't you ?" said 
she, putting her hand upon his brow, 
and raising her eyes to his face with 
a pleading glance. 

" No, Millie, I will not ; you may 
trust me." 

And he wrapped his infant boy in a 
soft blanket, and they proceeded. 

The horses were soon prancing over 
the turf, and pleasant conversation be- 
guiled the way. 

" Now, don't forget your promise," 
whispered the young wife, as she passed 
up the steps. 

Poor thing ! she was the wife of a 
man who loved to look upon the wine 
when it was red. But his love for his 
wife and babe, whom they both idolized, 
kept him back, and it was not often 
that he joined in the bacchanalian re- 
velries. 

The party passed off pleasantly, the 
time for departing drew near, and the 
wife descended from the upper chamber 
to join her husband. A pang shot 
through the trusting heart as she met 



him, for he was intoxicated — he had 
I broken his promise. 

Silently they rode homeward, save 
! when the drunken man would break 
into snatches of song or unmeaning 
laughter. But the wife rode on, her 
babe pressed closely on her grieved 
heart. 

" Give me the babe, Millie ; I can't 
trust you with him," said he, as the}^ ap- 
proached a dark and somewhat swollen 
stream which they had to ford. 

After some hesitation, she resigned 
her first-born, her darling babe, closely 
wrapped in the great blanket, to his 
arms. Over the dark waters the noble 
steed safely bore them, and when they 
reached the bank the mother asked for 
the child. 

With much care and tenderness he 
placed the bundle in her arms, but when 
she clasped it to her bosom no babe 
was there ! It had slipped from the 
blanket, and the drunken father knew 
it not. 

A wild shriek from the mother arous- 
ed him, and he turned just in time to 
see the little rosy face rise one moment 
above the dark waves, then sink for 
ever. 

What a spectacle ! the idol of his 
heart gone — gone for ever, and that, too, 
by his own intemperance. The anguish 
of the mother and the remorse of the 
father are better imagined than de- 
scribed. 



Looking Out for the Poor-House. 

" Tom," said a drunkard to his 
friend, " where shall I find the poor- 
house ? I should like to see it." " My 
dear friend, continue in your present 
course a short time longer, and you 
will not need to ask the question," was 
the pointed reply. 



The Little Boy and His Mother. 

A little son of a reformed drunkard, 
only about five years old, said, " Mother, 
do you know the reason I don't have to 
go to bed without my supper, as I used 
to ?" " Why, my child, why is it ?" ask- 
ed the mother. " Why, 'cause father's 
joined the temperance society, and 
don't get drunk as he used to — I knows 
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The Last Night's Revel. 

11 1 knew a young man," says the Rev. 
Mr. Denton, " (he was my school-fel- 
low) who had been reared with great 
tenderness by his parents, received a 
liberal education, and was introduced 
into a respectable profession ; but he 
gave way to the vile propensities of 
corrupt nature, threw off parental as 
well as divine restraint, entered the vor- 
tex of dissipation, and revelled in in- 
iquity ; the consequence was, his fine 
constitution was soon undermined by 
disease, and his extravagance, together 
with his insolence, shut his father's 
door against him. Having returned on 
one occasion from a night's revel, he 
called up a neighbor to obtain the ac- 
commodation of a bed, which being 
granted him, he retired to rest ; but in 
a few hours afterward he was found 
stretched on the bed, a corpse, his 
pocket-book lying open by his side, 
with these words pencilled on a leaf, 
1 Have pity upon me, have pity upon 
me, O ye my friends ! for the hand of 
God hath touched me.' Such a scene 
needs no comment." 



The Literary Man's Request. 

One of the first literary men in the 
United States said to the writer, after 
speaking on the subject of temperance, 
"There is one thing which, as you visit 
different places, I wish you to do every- 
where ; that is, to entreat every mother 
never to give a drop of it to a child. I 
have had to fight as for my life all my 
days to keep from dying a drunkard, 
because I was fed with spirit when a 
child. I acquired a taste for it. My 
brother, poor fellow, died a drunkard. 
I would not have a child of mine take 
a drop of it for anything. Warn every 
mother, wherever you go, never to give 
a drop of it to a child. " — Rev. Dr. Ed- 
wards. 



A Little Boy's Dream. 

"Father," said a little boy to a pious 
elder, " I had a funny dream last night." 
"Well, Tommy, what was your funny 
dream?" "I dreamed the devil came 
into your shop." " The devil ! " " Yes, 
father, the devil. I dreamed that he 



found you drawing a glass of whiskey 
for poor Ambo Jams, who has fits, and 
who broke a little baby's arm the other 
day because she cried when he came 
home drunk. And I thought the devil 
came up to the counter, and laid the 
end of his long tail on the chair, and 
leaned over towards the barrel where 
you were stooping to draw it out, and 
asked if you wasn't an elder. And I 
thought you didn't look up, but said 
you was ; and then he grinned and 
whisked his tail like a cat that has 
caught a rat, and says to me, ' That 
'ere's the elder for me ! ' and ran out of 
the shop laughing so loudly that I put 
my fingers in my ears and woke up." 
The elder, conscience-struck, immedi- 
ately abandoned his devil-serving busi- 
ness, and joined the temperance societ}^. 



Leaving Off Gradually. 

The S, C. Advocate relates an amusing 
anecdote which occurred between a 
couple of Dutchmen, one of whom was 
muchdevotedto "schnapps." His friend 
was eloquently persuading him to " jine 
der dempranche," and, to obviate the 
terrors of coming to pure water " all of a 
sudden," suggested the following expe- 
dient: 

" Veil, den, Honnes, I dell you how 
you do. You go und puy un parrel vis- 
key, und take it home, und put a foshet 
in it, und vhenefer you vant un schnap, 
go und traw it, und shust so much vis- 
key ash you traw off of der foshet, shust 
so much vater you pour into der parrel ; 
den you see you haf alvays a full parrel 
viskey, only, d'rectly afther a vile, it 
coome veaker und veaker, und at lasht 
you haf noting put un parrel of vater ; 
den you vant no more use vor viskey, 
und you jine der dempranche." 



A Lady Converted into a Distillery. 

At a large temperance meeting in St. 
George's Chapel, after a lucid exposi- 
tion of the formation of alcohol and 
process of distillation, by Rev. Albert 
Barnes, in which he showed that alco- 
hol, the principle of intoxication, was 
generated in fermentation, and existed, 
therefore, in cider, and beer, and wine, 
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distillation, it evaporating more readily 
than water, Arnold Buffum, Esq., said 
he had one remark to make to a lady 
who had just refused to sign the pledge, 
giving as a reason that she now and 
then loved to take a little. "Now," 
said Mr. Buffum, "it has been shown 
that when a little wine, or a little beer, or 
a little cider is exposed to heat, the alco- 
hol is thrown off. This is called distil- 
lation. Now, when the lady takes a 
little into the warm stomach, the alcohol 
is thrown off through the ' worm of the 
still ' ; up it flies into the brain, and if it 
does not blow off the cap, it may play 
mischief there not very creditable. " He 
would barely suggest it, that she might 
understand that every time she took a 
little she was converted into a distillery. 



The Lost Captain. 

Human life is often checkered with 
distressing tragedies, An agent of the 
temperance cause among the Channel 
Islands related the following at a tem- 
perance meeting at St. Peter's Port, in 
a manner that drew tears from many 
eyes : " Several years ago, long before I 
had heard of teetotalism, I had occasion 
to take a voyage in a sailing vessel from 
this port to the coast of France. I was 
accompanied by my two daughters. In 
the expectation that they would be 
troubled by sea-sickness, and in con- 
formity with the general opinion, we 
had provided ourselves with a bottle of 
the best cognac brandy, to be used as a 
quieting medicine in the event of ill- 
ness. Of course, I see now the absurd- 
ity of believing that a strong stimulant 
like ardent spirit is fit to be used when 
sickness has already overexcited the 
stomach. But to proceed : our voyage 
was delayed on account of the wind 
or other circumstances so much that 
night came on soon after we sailed ; 
and we made preparations for retiring 
to our berths, with a view of passing, 
if possible, several hours in the enjoy-, 
ment of repose. Prior to our retire- 
ment for the night, we each took a small 
glassful of brandy ; and as the captain 
of the vessel, a Frenchman, happened 
to be below just then, he was asked to 
have a little of our brandy. He tossed 
off a draught of the liquor with evident 
relish, smacked his lips after drinking, 
and, bidding us adieu for the night, went 



on deck. We had not rested more than 
a few hours ere we were awakened by 
the trampling of feet and a confused 
noise of voices. I hastened on deck. 
The night was cloudy ; the seamen were 
shouting to each other, and hurrying to 
and fro. 'What is the matter?' I en- 
quired. ' Where is the captain?' Judge 
of my horror and regret when I learned 
that he had been set on to drink by the 
brandy I had given him, had got intoxi- 
cated, and in that shocking state had 
fallen overboard ! The boat was put 
out, and the men rowed about in the 
darkness for a considerable time ; but, 
alas ! all was in vain — the poor man 
was gone to be seen no more until ' the 
sea shall give up its dead.' As may be 
expected, sleep forsook our eyelids for 
the rest of the night, and the captainless 
ship neared the French shore just as 
the sun had begun to show its face of 
fire in the glowing east. When we drew 
near our desired haven, I took the 
ship's glass, and began to scan the har- 
bor and its neighborhood. I noticed in 
particular one neat-looking house near 
the landing-place, at the upper window 
of which I saw a female, who seemed 
to be alternately straining her eyes and 
waving a handkerchief in the direction 
of our vessel. I said to one of the crew, 
1 Some female at that house with a white 
front, near the harbor, seems looking 
out for the ship.' The rough French 
sailor drew the back of his hand across 
his glistening eyes, all wet with tears, 
and said in a tone made tremulous with 
emotion, ' Ah ! God help her ! that's the 
poor captain's wife, monsieur ! ' Of 
necessity my grief was deep and trying ; 
but until the light of teetotalism broke 
upon my mind, I never saw so clearly 
as I have done since that my giving 
and offering strong drink to a fellow- 
creature was the moving cause of this 
most real and distressing tragedy." 



Rev. John Marsh and his Ordination, 

When the Rev. John Marsh was or- 
dained, a very amusing circumstance 
occurred showing the habits among the 
clergy at that time in regard to drink- 
ing. They returned from the services 
of the sanctuary in Haddam, Conn., to a 
public-house, on a very cold day in 
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were ushered into a large tavern-cham- 
ber, where was a bright fire on the one 
side, and on the other a table rilled with 
all the materials for warming the sto- 
mach and preparing for the repast that 
would soon be in readiness. Among 
the ministers was one who had aban- 
doned the use of strong drink. His 
name was Rev. Calvin Chapin, of 

Wethersfield. As the Rev. Mr. K , 

of Killingworth, was with twenty others 
mixing his tumbler of good things, Mr. 

Chapin said : " Brother K , what are 

you going to do with that stuff?" 

"Stuff!" said Mr. K . " It is not 

stuff; it is good brandy." " Well ! what 
are you going to do with it?" "Do 
with it ? Why, what do you suppose ? 
Drink it, to be sure." " Well," asked 
Mr. Chapin, " what are you going to do 
then ?" " Do ! why, walk about, I sup- 
pose." " But suppose," said Mr. Chapin, 
"you cannot. There has been many a 
man who, after drinking that, could not 
walk at all, and I doubt whether, if you 
drink it, you can walk a crack. I will 

challenge you to do it." Mr. K , 

still stirring his liquor, though un- 
willing to be an object of ridicule 
to all present, said : " Well ! I believe I 
shall try it." " You had better not," 
said Mr. Chapin. " You had better come 
and throw it in the fire or out of the 
window. If you want to get warm, take 
a coal into your mouth, but don't take 
that, and have it said, as it may be, that 

Rev. Mr. K went to ordination and 

could not get home." At length one 
of the fathers, provoked beyond mea- 
sure by this universal stop put to the 
drinking custom, said with aloud voice, 

" Mr. Chapin, do you let Brother K 

alone, and let him have his drink ; you 
are a real pest, a genuine blackguard." 
And here ended the matter. But that 
was the last ordination in that district 
or county at which liquor was provided. 

The Rev. Mr. K afterwards became 

one of the most zealous and determin- 
ed advocates of temperance, and for his 
opposition to the rum interest was 
driven from his parish. — Autobiography 
of Rev. John Marsh, pp. 14, 15. 

REV. JOHN MARSH AGAINST THE DEACON 
AND HIS DISEASE. 

A deacon Of Rev. John Marsh's 
church was exceedingly tried at the early 
temperance movement. He believed 
that a daily use of ardent spirits was 
essential to check the progress of a dis- 



ease with which he was afflicted. A 
young convert refused to take from him 
the sacramental elements at the Lord's 
table ; on enquiry, after communion, 
for the reason, the convert said he could 
not take bread from the hands of one 
who drank brandy. The deacon went 
home distressed, and said to his wife : 
" Live or die, I will become an abstain- 
er." In a few weeks he went to his 
minister and with a radiant countenance 
said that his complaint had left him, 
and he was satisfied it was brandy that 
had caused it. — Autobiography. 

REV. JOHN MARSH AND THE REVIVALIST J 
OR, TEMPERANCE PREVENTING REVI- 
VALS. 

One of Rev. John Marsh's members 
was so devoted to revivals that tempe- 
rance meetings and temperance sermons 
greatly annoyed him. He considered 
them the work of the devil to put a stop 
to revivals. His minister labored with 
him, but all in vain. He absented him- 
self from prayer-meeting, because he 
could not unite in prayer for the suc- 
cess of the temperance cause ; and from 
the communion table, for the tempe- 
rance brethren could not fellowship him. 
His pastor made him a special visit, 
talking, reasoning, and pleading with 
him, and finally said to him : " Have 
you ever made this the subject of 
prayer ?" " No," said he, " and I won't." 
" Then," said his pastor, " brother, you 
are wrong ; for if there is any subject 
on which you are unwilling to ask 
counsel of God, there you are wrong. 
Conscience condemns you, and you feel 
or fear that God will condemn you." 
He saw it, and promised he would 
carry the case to God. The next time 
his minister saw him his face was shin- 
ing and he said : " It is all over. The mo- 
ment I was on my knees, I saw you 
were right and I was wrong. I could 
not pray that the temperance cause 
might not prevail." From that time he 
became a teetotaler and one of the best 
temperance advocates. 

PUTNAM AND THE WOLF. 

No man ever made a happier hit than 
Rev. John Marsh when he wrote his 
address of " Putnam and the Wolf." It 
was a splendid conception. It was an 
ingenious production. He gives a sin- 
gular account concerning its origin. 
He was invited to deliver an address 
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ranee Society at Pomfret, Conn. He 
concluded he could not go. One day, 
in rising from dinner, he burst in- 
to loud laughter. His wife enquired 
" what it was that so amused him ?" He 
answered, " I am going to Pomfret." 
" Why !" said she, " I thought you had 
given it up ; pray what has changed 
your mind ?" He replied, " That is the 
place where Putnam killed the wolf, 
and I will make a temperance address 
out of that — Putnam and the wolf, the 
wolf devouring the sheep, and the peo- 
ple out upon the hunt." He ran up to 
his study, found in a school-book Gen. 
Humphrey's story of the hunt, and be- 
fore he went to bed, which was past 
midnight, he had finished his address, 
and was greatly amused and exhilarat- 
ed at the wonderful adaptation of the af- 
fair to the subject. 

The day for the meeting arrived. The 
large meeting-house in Pomfret was 
full. Venerable men well conversant 
with the story sat around the pulpit. 
The den of the wolf was not far off, and 
descendants of the hero were near by. 
Commencing with an account of that 
marvellous affair, and bringing it to 
bear upon the present hunt after an 
enemy among us, devouring, not sheep, 
but men, and having among us his 
apologists by scores, no small emotion 
was excited. The old men first looked 
up aud smiled, and then put their heads 
between their hands and knees to re- 
press their laughter, while the active 
combatants in the field felt they had a 
new weapon in their hands against the 
rumseller and the distiller, which would 
hew its way and bring great results. 

When he had finished, there was a 
rush for a copy for the press. He told 
them they might have it if they would 
go to Hartford, and get from an engraver 
a picture of Putnam dragging the wolf 
from the den. They did so at once. 
An enterprising bookseller undertook 
the publication, and in a short time dis- 
posed of one hundred and fifty thousand 
copies. 



The Mercenary Landlord and the 
Sailor. 

There is no other business so directly 
calculated to convert the whole heart and 
soul into adamant as rumselling. As 
an illustration, take the following facts 
respecting a sailor landlord, that is, a 



rumseller of the lowest caste. They 
were related at a meeting in Boston, 
held for the benefit of the Seaman's 
Home, a temperance boarding-house 
that has been provided for the accom- 
modation of seamen. A landlord of 
the common stamp persuaded a sailor, 
when in a state of intoxication, to enlist 
on board one of our ships of war, and 
put three months wages, which were 
advanced, into his own pocket. He 
then induced him to desert, and kept 
him secreted till a new berth offered, 
when he again got him to enlist, and 
again to desert. The same thing was 
done a third time, under the influence 
of the same maddening poison — the 
hardened brute in shape of a landlord 
taking care in every instance to secure 
the advance pa)% putting in all five 
months pay into his pocket. At length 
the sailor became sober, and under- 
standing how he had been treated, de- 
termined for the future to keep clear 
of the influence of the landlord. Find- 
ing that no more could be made of him, 
in that way, he reported him as a 
deserter, pocketing the reward paid in 
such cases, leaving the poor fellow to 
reap the consequence of the offences, 
which he himself had induced him to 
commit. 



The Eloquent Congressman, the Hon. 
Thomas F. Marshall. 

BY REV. J. B. WAKELEY, D.D. 

u Some there are 
Who on the tip of their persuasive tongue 
Carry all arguments and questions deep ; 
And replication promp f ,and reason strong, 
To make the weeper smile, the laugher weep. 
They have the dialect and different skill, 
Catching all passions in their craft of will ; 
That in the general bosom they do reign, 
Of young and old, and either sex enchain." 

—rShakspere. 

Poetry and 'eloquence are the highest 
gifts heaven has ever bestowed upon 
man. There is nothing on earth men 
prize higher than eloquence ; nothing 
they more earnestly aspire to. We won- 
der not, for it is the passport to wealth, 
honor, and renown. 

There have been many orators in Con- 
gress who have made our legislative 
halls ling with their eloquence. Their 
names are written high on the pillar of 
immortality. 

One of the most highly-gifted, silver- 
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the United States was the Hon. Thomas 
F. Marshall, from Kentucky. He was 
nephew of that eminent jurist, the late 
Chief-Justice John Marshall. 

Young Marshall had a tall and noble 
form, a brilliant intellect, a superior 
education, a powerful memory, great lo- 
gical powers, a vivid imagination, a mu- 
sical voice — all the qualities that unite 
in forming the finished and successful 
orator. 

It is sad to think of the splendid in- 
tellects in Congress as well as else- 
where alcohol has beclouded, and the 
eloquent tongues it has silenced for 
ever. The eloquent Marshall must be 
added to that fearful list. How true 
that " with the talents of an angel a man 
may be a fool " ! Distinguished as he 
was for bright genius, sparkling wit, 
and overpowering eloquence, he was a 
drunkard, and was going on with rail- 
road speed to ruin. It was enough to 
make an angel weep to behold the pros- 
titution of such talents, the wreck of 
such an intellect, the palsying of such a 
tongue, the blighting of such hopes, and 
the ruin of such prospects. 

MARSHALL ALARMED. 

Mr. Marshall began to feel the " ser- 
pent-bite " and the *• adder-sting " of in- 
temperance, and he was alarmed. He 
was horror-struck at his own picture. 

He had been drinking freely, and he 
entered the House of Representatives 
the 7th of January, 1842, nervously ex- 
cited to a degree that frightened him, 
while at the same time he had a raging 
and almost uncontrollable thirst for 
strong drink. He had been nursing a 
giant that had been growing stronger 
and stronger, who now cried, " Give, 
give, give," and whose voice would be 
heard. He called for the Hon. George 
Briggs, of Massachusetts, to bring him 
the pledge of total abstinence. Mr. 
Briggs did so, and Mr. Marshall then 
and there signed it. 

MARSHALL PUBLICLY SIGNS THE PLEDGE. 

Mr. Marshall was not satisfied with 
privately signing the pledge, but felt 
that something more was necessary. 
He said to Mr. Briggs, " I must go to 
the temperance meeting and make a 
public confession, and place myself be- 
yond the power of temptation, and you 
must accompany me there." 

Mr. Briggs and others did so. The 
temperance meeting was held in the 



Medical College, and there, in tho pre- 
sence of multitudes, he publicly signed 
the pledge of total abstinence from 
everything that could intoxicate. 

Dr. Thomas Sewell said, " I was pre- 
sent and saw Mr. Marshall sign the 
pledge, after which he made a most 
touching speech. Several other mem- 
bers of Congress followed his example. 
Mr. Marshall's step has astonished Con- 
gress. There is no man that compares 
with him in debate." 

The National Intelligencer spoke of it 
the next morning as one of the most in- 
teresting meetings that had ever taken 
place in Washington City. 

MR. MARSHALL AND THE CONGRESSIONAL 
TEMPERANCE SOCIETY. 

This society was reorganized February 
9, 1842, and the Hon. George Briggs 
was the president. A meeting was 
held in the hall of the House of Repre- 
sentatives the 25th of February. The 
hall was crowded by those who expect- 
ed a speech from Mr. Marshall, who 
was admitted to be the most eloquent 
man in Congress. They were not dis- 
appointed ; for after a number of ad- 
dresses had been made, Mr. Marshall 
spoke for over an hour with unparal- 
leled eloquence. He concluded his 
address thus : %i Sir, the pledge I have 
taken renders me secure for ever from a 
fate inevitably following habits like 
mine — a fate more terrible than death. 
That pledge, though confined to myself 
alone, and with reference only to its 
effects on me, my mind, my heart, my 
body, I would not exchange for all 
earth holds of brightest and of best. 
No, no, sir ; let the banner of the tem- 
perance cause go forward or backward, 
let the worid be rescued from the de- 
grading and ruinous bondage of alcohol 
or not, I for one shall never, never re- 
pent what I have done ; I have often said 
this, and I feel it every moment of my 
existence, waking or sleeping. Sir, I 
would not exchange the physical sensa- 
tions, the mere sense of animal being, 
which belongs to a man who totally re- 
frains from all that can intoxicate his 
brain, or derange his nervous structure 
— the elasticity with which he bounds 
from his couch in the morning, the 
sweet repose it yields him at night — 
the feeling with which he drinks in, 
through his clear eyes, the beauty and 
grandeur of surrounding nature — I say, 
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being as a strictly temperance man — 
the sense of renovated youth — the glad 
play with which my pulses beat health- 
ful music, the bounding vivacity with 
which the life-blood courses its exult- 
ing way through every fibre of my frame 
— the communion high which my health- 
ful eye and ear now holds with all the 
gorgeous universe of God — the splen- 
dors of the morning, the softness of the 
evening sky — the waters, with all the 
grand association of external nature, 
reopened to the first avenues of sense ; 
no, sir, though poverty dogged me — 
though scorn pointed its slow fingers at 
me, as I passed — though want and des- 
titution and every element of earthly 
misery, save only crime, met my waking 
eye from day to day, not for the bright- 
est and noblest wreath that ever encir- 
cled a statesman's brow — not if some an- 
gel commissioned from heaven, or some 
demon rather sent fresh from hell, to 
test the resisting strength of virtuous 
resolution, should tempt me, both with 
all the wealth and all the honors which 
a world can bestow, not for all that time 
or earth can give would I cast from me 
this precious pledge of a liberated mind, 
this talisman against temptation, and 
plunge again into the dangers that once 
beset my path. So help me heaven, sir, 
I would spurn beneath my feet all the 
gifts the universe could offer, and live 
and die as I am, poor but sober." 

This eloquent address, where the sen- 
tences were like chain lightning, not 
only thrilled and captivated the audi- 
ence who listened to it with breathless 
attention, but it went all over the coun- 
try like electricity. 

It would have been well for the author 
if he had never forgotten it. The recol- 
lection of it would have prevented his 
falling like Lucifer, son of the morn- 
ing. 

MR. MARSHALL AND THE AMERICAN TEM- 
PERANCE UNION. 

The sixth anniversary of this society 
was held in the Broadway Tabernacle, 
New York, in May, 1842. The Hon. 
Theodore Frelinghuysen presided. Gov 
ernor George F. Briggs and the Hon. 
Thomas F. Marshall were the speakers 
announced. Multitudes of times have 
I attended mass meetings in the Broad- 
way Tabernacle, but I do not remem- 
ber ever seeing such a^ array of beauty 
and fashion as on that evening. The 
fame of Marshall's eloquence brought 



out the elite oi the city. Mr. Briggs did 
not arrive ; no matter, for Mr. Marshall 
was there. His address was enough to 
have immortalized any man. Such 
smiles of beauty, such waving of hand- 
kerchiefs, I never beheld, and such 
thrills of applause I have seldom heard. 
He was perfect master of the situation, 
the "observed of all observers." The 
only thing I heard from him that even- 
ing which I considered ill-timed was 
the caution he gave as he pointed with 
his long finger and said with emphasis, 
" Keep temperance separate from reli- 
gion, keep it separate from religion ! " 
Then I trembled for the temperance 
ark. If he meant to keep it separate 
from sectarianism, I would have said 
" Amen," keep them as wide apart as 
the poles, and never let them come any 
nearer together. But not to keep it 
separate from religion, " For except the 
Lord build the house, they labor in 
vain that build it. Except the Lord 
keep the city, the watchman waketh 
in vain " 

" Except the Lord conduct the plan, 
The best concerted schemes are vain, 
And never can succeed." 

We should neither separate tempe- 
rance from religion nor substitute it for 
religion. Separating it from religion was 
the rock on which the eloquent Mar- 
shall was wrecked, and not so much as 
a plank of hope upon which he might 
escape. And this has been the case 
with multitudes. Who have kept their 
pledge best ? those who have separated 
it from religion, or they who have blend- 
ed it with it ? The records of heaven 
and earth would answer those who have 
united temperance with religion ! 

MARSHALL AT THE GREENE STREET M. E. 
CHURCH. 

Mr. Marshall and Briggs made their 
appearance the next evening in the no- 
ble church named above. It was the 
first in New York to open its doors for 
the Washingtonians from Baltimore, 
when thrilling scenes transpired and 
the temperance cause received a mighty 
impetus. 

The venerable Heman Bangs was 
the pastor, and in the opening prayer 
I he began with this sentence : " Lord, 
' our good is all divine." Governor 
1 Briggs and Marshall both delivered ap- 
I propriate and thrilling addressee Mr. 
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nacle, and said, " In that great fashiona- 
bie assembly I did not feel as much at 
home as I do this evening. I missed 
my true yoke-fellow, Governor Briggs, 
whom I rejoice to see here to-night ; 
again, there was no mercy-seat to which 
the sinner could approach, but I rejoice 
to find the pledge here this evening, 
and therefore I feel more at home." He 
was full of wit and humor as well as 
eloquence, and he greatly delighted the 
audience. 

MARSHALL AND THE MOTHER. 

There is no name like mother, there 
is no love like a mother's, there is no 
voice like a mother's, there is no eye 
like a mother's, there is no hand like a 
mother's, there is no heart like a mo- 
ther's. 

Mr. Marshall was successful in " pluck- 
ing a brand from the burning " ; in res- 
cuing from destruction a noble son who 
had become dissipated, and was break- 
ing the heart of his mother ; whose 
hopes had been blasted, and whose ex- 
pectations had been cut off. Through 
the efforts of Mr. Marshall the son was 
reformed, and he returned him to his 
mother sober, clothed, and in his right 
mind. Her joy was inexpressible, she 
pressed him to her bosom, she bap- 
tized him with her tears, she caressed 
him with her kisses, and Mr. Marshall 
received the thanks of the mother for 
saving her son in just such language 
as only a grateful mother could use. 
He thus replied to her, and it does 
honor both to his head and heart : " I 
too have a mother, and if she knew a 
man through whom I have been pluck- 
eJ as a brand from the burning, how 
would her prayer go up for him to the 
throne of God day and night. And she 
does offer up her blessings to the Most 
High. She writes in her letters to me 
that she considers my reformation as 
through the direct agency of God him- 
self ; and her voice is raised in contin- 
ual thanksgiving and praise to the Fa- 
ther of Mercies. Oh ! to be instrumen- 
tal in doing just such good to others, I 
do believe I would quit Congress, the 
bar, and everything else, and turn cir- 
cuit-rider and preach through the coun- 
try." This letter has the true ring! What 
a pity he forgot his aged mother, around 
whom the shadows of the evening were 
gathering, and that he forgot his obliga- 
tions to the temperance cause ; and es- 
pecially that he forgot his own wel- 



fare ! How much there is in that cau- 
tion : " Do thyself no harm." 

MR. MARSHALL AND JAMES WATSON WEBB. 

In June, 1842, Mr. Marshall, who had 
gathered such laurels in Washington 
and New York, whose name was upon 
every tongue, and whose fame was 
trumpeted all over the land, fought a 
duel with James Watson Webb — was 
wounded in the leg ; but his reputation 
received a far greater wound ; for his 
temperance laurels all withered, his 
temperance hopes were all blasted, 
his temperance pledges all broken, 
his temperance vows all forgotten. It is 
sad to contemplate a fall from such a 
lofty height, a fall so sudden, so terrible, 
so ruinous ! 

MARSHALL AND TOBACCO. 

Hugging this idol to his bosom 
might have had something to do with 
his terrible downfall ; it might have ac- 
celerated his ruin. It might have woke 
up an appetite for other kinds of stim- 
ulants. When in NewYork, his tempe- 
rance friends felt alarmed when they 
saw the large quantities of tobacco he 
used, and they remonstrated with him ; 
he said, " It was for him life, and how 
could he give it up. And still he knew 
he ought to." A gentleman said to 
him, " Mr. Marshall, why don't you give 
up this extravagant use of tobacco?" 
." I will," replied Mr. Marshall, "if you 
will give up your wine." But this he 
could not do. Oh ! the power of appe- 
tite ! In what chains it binds us ! To 
preserve ourselves we should sacrifice 
our last idol. " Canst thou draw out 
leviathan with a hook ? *' 

THE CONTRAST. 

How rapidly a man can go to ruin ! 
How intemperance will turn plenty 
into want, honor into disgrace, hope 
into despair, paradise into a hell ! 

Well I remember Marshall in 1842. 
His tall and noble form, his intelligent 
face, his manly brow, his brilliant eye, 
his silvery voice, his eloquent words — 
howhe charmed listening thousands who 
hung in wonder upon the sentences of 
beauty, pathos, and power that fell from 
his lips, as he thrilled, captivated, and 
carried away his audiences ! 

What a mighty change ! How striking 
a contrast ! I could scarcely believe 
my own eyes. Eighteen years rolled 
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keepsie, a ragged, filthy, miserably-clad, 
houseless vagabond. He was as dirty 
as he could possibly be. He was an 
object of pity and disgust at the same 
time. Who can it be ? The Hon. Tho- 
mas F. Marshall ; but oh ! how fallen. 
I felt like weeping over such a wreck of 
humanity. I had never seen one who 
stood so high fall so low. If a man is 
bent on ruin all earth cannot rescue him, 
or the sympathy of all heaven save him. 
How terrible those words of the youth- 
ful Scottish bard :. " Ye knew your duty, 
and ye did it not." 

I conversed with Mr. Marshall about 
bygone days and scenes, and those 
brilliant temperance meetings where he 
held forth in New York city in 1842. 
He remembered them too well, and 
sighed as he recalled them, and con- 
trasted those bright days with the pre- 
sent dark ones. 

When it was found out that he was in 
the city in such a sad condition, much 
sympathy was felt for him, and an effort 
was made to save him. They cleaned 
him up, and new linen and clean clothes 
were procured for him. This made a 
wonderful change in his appearance. 
H. G. Eastman, Esq., tried to rescue him. 
He had heard Mr. Marshall deliver 
lectures on ancient history before his 
school. They were very able, and Mr. 
Marshall was as familiar with the sub- 
ject as he was with the alphabet. 

Some one procured Mr. Marshall's 
temperance address which he delivered 
in Washington, and he read it at a pub- 
lic meeting. 

FOURTH OF JULY ORATION. 

The Anniversary of our National Inde- 
pendence was celebrated at Pough- 
keepsie July 4, i860, and Mr. Marshall 
had so far reformed that he was invited 
to be the " orator of the day," and to de- 
liver the oration. I have heard many 
orators, but none that ever transcended 
Marshall. " Richard was himself 
again." 

Benson J. Lossing, Esq., the noble 
patriot and distinguished historian, read 
the Declaration of Independence, after 
which I was called upon to offer the 
prayer. Then came the magnificent 
oration, which was indeed a " feast of 
reason and a flow of soul." It was a 
masterly production, delivered without 
any notes. He not only paid a splen- 
did tribute to the signers of the De- 
claration, but also to Washington, the 



Father of his Country. It was the no 
blest tribute I ever heard paid to him. 
He represented Washington climbing a 
steep and lofty mountain, where on the 
top of it there was just room for him- 
self to stand — and there he stood, where 
the nations of the earth could behold 
him alone in his glory, the admiration 
of the world. 

It was but a short time before the war, 
and he alluded in his oration, to the 
threats that had been made about divid- 
ing the Union. 

" If we divide the Union," said he, 
"how shall we divide the 'Declaration 
of Independence '? How shall we divide 
the Mississippi? How shall we divide 
our national songs? How shall we 
divide 'The Star-Spangled Banner'? 
How shall we divide * Hail Columbia?' 
How shall we divide our national 
tunes ? What shall we do with ' Yankee 
Doodle'? I don't know," said he, 
"unless we at the north keep the 
'Yankee' and give the south the 
•Doodle.'" 

At the conclusion of the brilliant ora- 
tion, which made a fine impression on a 
large audience, Mr. Lossing expressed 
to me his high admiration of it. He 
said, " it was so different from ordinary 
Fourth of July orations, there was no- 
thing of the spread-eagle about it." 

I shook hands with Mr. Marshall and 
bade him good morning. It was the 
last I ever saw of him. He went on South 
and soon after died. The next I heard 
of him he filled a drunkard's grave. 
His fall was terrible. With such talents 
consecrated to temperance, humanity, 
and religion, what might he not have 
accomplished? How he might have 
written his name where it would have 
been read by succeeding generations, 
and multitudes have risen up and call- 
ed him blessed ! What a warning 
against intemperance and breaking the 
pledge ! Genius, eloquence, humanity, 
and religion weep over the grave of 
Thomas F. Marshall. 



A Mistake. 

Old Dick Baldwin stoutly maintained 
that no man ever died of drinking. 
"Some puny things," he said, " have 
died of learning to drink, but no man 
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from great practical experience, and 
was, moreover, many years treasurer of 
St. Bartholomew's Hospital. 

Old Dick Baldwin made a grand 
mistake, as death-beds and grave-yards 
will testify. Hundreds of thousands 
have died of drinking, and fill the most 
loathsome and disgraceful of all graves 
—that of a drunkard. 



The Mock Funeral. 

A number of young students assem- 
bled for a convivial purpose drank to 
such excess that one of them was car- 
ried senseless to bed. The rest, heated 
with wine, and bent upon mischief, 
took him out of bed and treated him as 
a corpse ; carried him about, singing 
over him a funeral hymn ; but their con- 
sternation was inexpressible when they 
perceived him quite motionless, and 
on closer examination found that he 
was really dead. — Evangelical Magazine. 



The Monkey and the Liquor. 

Mr. Pollard, the reformed Washing- 
tonian, says that in his drinking days 
he was the companion of a man in Anne 
Arundel County, Maryland, who had a 
monkey which was valued at a thousand 
dollars. We always took him out on 
our chestnut parties. He shook off all 
our chestnuts for us, and when he could 
not shake them off he went to the very 
end of the limb and knocked them off 
with his fist. One day we stopped at a 
tavern and drank freely. About half a 
glass was left, and Jack took the glass 
and drank the liquor. Soon he was 
merry, skipped, hopped, and danced, 
and set us all into a roar of laughter. 
Jack was drunk. We all agreed, six of 
us, that we would come to the tavern 
the next day, and get Jack drunk again, 
and have sport all the day. I called at 
my friend's house next morning, and 
we went out for Jack. Instead of being 
as usual on his box, he was not to be 
seen. We looked inside, and he was 
crouched up in a corner. " Come out," 
said his master. * Jack came out on 
three legs, his forepaw being on his 
head. Jack had headache ; I knew 
what was the matter with him. He felt 
just as I felt many a morning. Jack 



was sick and could not go ; so we wait- 
ed three days. We then went ; and 
while drinking, a glass was provided 
for Jack. But where was he ? Skulk- 
ing behind the chairs. " Come, Jack, 
and drink," said his master, holding 
out the glass to him. Jack retreated, 
and as the door was opened he slipped 
out, and in a moment was on the top 
of the house. His master went out to 
call him down ; but he would not 
come. He got a cow-skin and shook 
it at him ; but Jack sat on the ridge- 
pole, and refused to obey. His master 
got a gun and pointed it at him. A 
monkey is much afraid of a gun. Jack 
slipped over the back side of the house. 
His master then got two guns, and had 
one pointed from each side of the 
house ; and the monkey, seeing his pre- 
dicament, at once whipped upon the 
chimney, and got down into one of the 
flues, holding on by his forepaws. 
Thus the master was beaten. He kept 
that monkey twelve years, but could 
never persuade him to taste another 
drop of whiskey. The beast had more 
sense than many a man who has an 
immortal soul, and thinks himself the 
first and best of God's creatures on 
earth." 



The Magistrate and the Victim. 

A man who had displeased a number 
of others was shortly after visited by 
them and beaten till he was left for 
dead. He, however, recovered ; and 
the magistrate, who came to take his 
deposition, asked him, " Did you know 
any of the party ?" "No, sir." **Were 
they drunk ?" " No ; they were able 
to do their business." " Had they drank 
anything?" "Well, I wonder," said 
he, " that your honor, a gentleman of 
your knowledge, should ask such a 
simple question ; sure you do not think 
they would come without preparing 
themselves ; I'll engage they had taken 
two or three glasses of whiskey to a 
man." 



Matthew Newkirk, Esq., and Henry 
Clay. 

For many years he was president of 
the Pennsylvania State Temperance So- 
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the good cause " with all his heart, and 
mind, and strength." He numbered 
the celebrated Henry Clay among his 
most intimate friends. Thirty years 
ago Mr. Clay came to visit Mr. New- 
kirk, and spent several days with him. 
His entertainer invited a large com- 
pany of the leading lawyers and bank- 
ers, and merchants of the city, to spend 
an evening with old " Harry of the 
West." A splendid supper was pro- 
vided by Mr. Newkirk for his distin- 
guished guests. All the luxuries of 
the market and the confectioner were 
on his bountiful table ; but not one 
drop of brandy ! 

Instead of intoxicating poisons, Mr. 
Newkirk provided plenty of coffee, and 
lemonade, and Fairmount water. There 
was a great deal of cracking jokes that 
evening among the aristocracy about 
the " cold water party," and some took 
up their coffee and tea, and drank each 
other's " good health " with great gusto. 
The next morning, when Mr. Newkirk 
went down-town, his friends met him, 
and said, " Well, Newkirk, we have 
not got up so bright, and felt so well 
after a party, in many a year. No head- 
aches this morning ! We believe in 
cold water frolics ; they don't leave any 
bills to pay next morning." 

The total abstinence entertainment to 
Henry Clay was quite the town talk in 
Philadelphia, and it produced a very 
happy influence. 



Moderation. 

The most confirmed drunkard we 
ever knew was an old man in the land 
of " pirmpkins," who possessed the 
greatest possible abhorrence for intem- 
perance. Having drank nine mugs of 
cider at a neighbor's house one even- 
ing, he concluded to leave off by taking 
another. " I believe, neighbor," said 
he, " that I'll take another glass of your 
cider. I love good cider as well as any 
body, but as for swilling it down as 
some people do, I never could." 



Moderately. 

An amiable gentleman, who possess- 
ed many admirable qualities, had con- 
tracted confirmed habits of intempe- 
rance. His friends persuaded him to 



come under a written engagement that 
he would not drink except moderately, 
in his own house or that of a friend. In 
a few days he was brought home in a 
state of intoxication. His apology to a 
gentleman a short time afterwards was, 
that had the engagement allowed no 
intoxicating liquor whatever he was 
safe, " but if," said he, " I take a thim- 
ble half full, I have no power over my- 
self at all." He gave it afterwards a 
terrible letting alone, and was strong 
and well, a living epistle of temperance. 



The Merciless Rumseller. 

Falling in, a day or two since, with 
one of the city police, he related an in- 
cident which had a perceptible effect in 
quickening our pulses. He had just 
come from the jail, where he saw a poor 
woman paying the fine for which her 
husband stood committed. As she laid 
down the money for which she had 
sweat in exhausting toil, she said : " It 
is not my husband who has wrung this 
money out of my poor hands ; no, it is 
the rumseller ! I went to him in tears, 
and begged him not to let my husband 
have rum. But he told me to ' clear 
out, for he would sell it to an}^ man as 
long as he could pay for it !' " 

Talk of moral suasion in connection 
with such creatures I As well might 
you recommend nutmegs to a swine, or 
discourse to a wolf about pitying the 
sheep, when his very bowels are yearn- 
ing after them. Your suasion only 
stimulates the rumseller's appetite for 
his accursed gains. For his sole profit, 
our police courts are daily toiling 
with the mass of crime which every 
night accumulates. We wonder not 
one of our magistrates, worn out with 
the odious drudgeiy, should begin to 
ask, as was stated a few days since 
whether something could not be done 
to check the growing evil by taking 
hold of the rumseller? What other 
power can take hold of the miscreant 
who will repulse the supplications of 
the weeping wife? There can be no 
stronger appeal to humanity than such 
petitions. The force of moral suasion 
can no further go. There is no choice 
but either to submit passively to such 
tyranny, or to invoke the arm of public 
justice with its uplifted mace of might. 
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Moral Suasion of Rumsellers. 

It contains nine striking points ; 

1. No law. 

2. No Gospel. 

3. No telling facts ; if a man gets 
drunk don't say anything about it. 

4. No objection to drinking two to 
four times every day. 

5. Let every man mind his own 
business. 

6. No preaching on temperance on 
Sabbath. 

7. Don't say hard things against the 
" good creature." 

8. Let every man drink as much as he 
pleases. 

9. Am I my brother's keeper ? 



A Methodist Distillery. 

A wealthy Methodist, or one who 
had some capital, within these last few 
years, was somewhat in doubt about de- 
ciding how to make a profitable invest- 
ment. After examining several depart- 
ments of business, his attention was 
arrested by distilling on a large scale, 
as a very profitable employ. But the 
morality of the question came up in his 
mind, which, after careful examination, 
was decided in some such way as the 
following : " The business, it is true, has 
its difficulties ; but I will endeavor to 
conduct the concern in a Christian 
manner." The matter of conscience 
being decided, a large distillery was 
erected in a prominent situation near the 
landing place ; and so conspicuous was 
the building, that it attracted the atten- 
tion of travellers. A stranger, one day, 
on landing, asked Mr. A ■, a mis- 
chievous wag, a near neighbor to the 
distiller, what great building that was, 
standing out so prominent ? The reply 
was, Tins is the Methodist distillery. A 
Methodist distillery ! exclaimed the 
stranger ; that is a strange thing under 

the sun. But, retorted Mr. A , the 

thing is common in these diggins. At 

the town of B , a few miles off, there 

is a Presbyterian distillery, owned and 
kept in operation by an excellent Pres- 
byterian. And at the town of C — — , 
there is a great distillery owned by a 

Mr. H , a Disciple, or as some call 

them, Campbeliite Baptists. And there 
is, besides, in this town, a distillery 
conducted and owned by an Episcopa- 
lian. But this here Methodist distillery 



is a very religious one ; for Mr. L , 

who was in tiie employ of the Episcopa- 
lian, and was in danger of losing his 
Methodist religion by the ill habits of 
the hands, for the sake of good morals 
and religion left his former employer, 
and got work with his Methodist 
brother, where he could have a chance 
to sing and pray more, and be free from 
the irreligious influence of the bad dis- 
tillery. 

The good Methodist distiller, too, is 
very accommodating to all his brethren, 
and meets their religious scruples with 
great exactness. Several class-leaders 
bring all their corn to his establishment 
for sale. And many good Methodist 
members raise heaps of corn and sell 
it to their excellent religious brother. 
Thus, distilling is freed from the vulgar 
objections which these temperance lec- 
turers bring against it, because the dis- 
tiller is a very religious man ; the 
growers of corn, who supply him, are 
mostly very good Methodists, and all is 
safe. Hence, the work of distilling is 
about to recover its lost reputation, in 
spite of all the recent endeavors of the 
religious people who want to put down 
distilling. But then these religious 
distillers are likely to carry the day, 
and their progress is such as to give 
encouragement to the scrupulous advo- 
cates of temperate and moderate drink- 
ing, that their consistent course may 
yet predominate, in spite of the teeto- 
talers, who strain at the gnats of mod- 
erate drinking, but are doubtless hypo- 
crites at heart. This increase of good 
religious distillers, of which we are as- 
sured, is likely to extend very much. 
And we must say it, that if people must 
become drunkards (and surely they 
must), then let it all be done in a very 
godly manner. The Methodists, Pres- 
byterians, Baptists, and Episcopalians 
are the very men to distil in a godly 
manner. For they can have plenty of 
prayers, hymns, psalms, and all such 
good things added, so that the distilling 
will be done religiously. And, then, if 
men will get drunk (and indeed they 
will), why not do this right ? Let these 
good religious men make all the drunk- 
ards ; for it is surely better to make 
drunkards in connection with religion, 
than in the common, vulgar way of 
swearing, Sabbath-break tng, or the like. 
This thing ought not to be in the hands 
of the wicked, but in the hands of the 
righteous. And as we prefer to be a 



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Methodist, from conviction and con- 
science, we must decide that these 
Methodist distilleries are better and 
more religious than the Presbyterian, 
Episcopalian, or Baptist distilleries. 
We say, then, Methodist distilleries for 
ever ! There is a goodly number of 
them in the country ; they are annually 

on the increase. And as Mr. A 

said to the stranger, " The Methodists 
cannot be beat by nobody." So we 
say, too ; and as we must go for good 
distillers (and we are sufficiently sec- 
tarian), we conclude by saying, Metho- 
dist distillers for us. — Western Advocate. 



A Man on Fire. 

One of the most terrible of all deaths 
is to be burnt alive — burnt at the stake 
— consumed helplessly in the flames of 
one's own dwelling. And who can mea- 
sure the guilt of him who deliberately 
kindles a lire that burns up a* fellow- 
being? But what is the body in flame 
compared to the mind on fire? And 
when the mind is on fire, there is not 
water enough in all the ocean to quench 
it. Who can put it out? Nothing but 
precious blood can quench such a flame. 
But what a conflagration when both body 
and soul are on fire ? Material fire is 
terrible enough to appal the stoutest 
heart, but how much more so to be 
burnt up in alcohol ? Fire can burn the 
body, but cannot touch the pure mind. 
But alcohol destroys both body and soul 
in hell. Such a fire seems to have been 
discovered some time ago in Albany. 
We have never read of a case more hor- 
rible, though we have seen the fire of 
delirium tremens consuming the very 
springs of life. The following is from 
the Albany Citizen : 

11 Put me out ! Put me out ! " The 
guardians of the night were not a little 
surprised to hear, from a lowly gutter 
late one night last week a sharp, earnest 
cry — " Put me out ! Put me out ! " On 
drawing near, they found a lusty fellow 
sitting upon the curb, with his feet in 
the gutter, and leaning against the iron 
post of the gas-lamp. It was poor Tim 
Lightbody, and the terrors of delirium 
tremens had overtaken him in the gutter. 
His brain was on fire and his vitals burn- 
ing up with rum. And now, as he leaned 
back against the post, so that the full 
glare of the brilliant gas-light shone on 



his wild and bloodshot eyes, an imp of 
the distillery whispered in his ear that 
his head was on fire ! And poor Tim 
was in a condition to hear the grinning, 
chattering sprite, and as it disappeared 
down the neck of the bottle, he lifted 
up his voice and cried lustily: 
^ " Put me out ! Put me out ! Fire ! 
Spon-ta-ne-ous combustion has, has took 
place I I'm in a light blaze, sir ! Away, 
away ! ye wiry goblins ! I know ye all ! 
Ye are matches ! Lucifer matches ! 
Ye set me in a blaze ! Put me out ! 
Water ! Water ! Blow in my ears, if they 
an't burnt out. Blow down my throat 
— quick ! its red-hot ! Oh ! somebody 
put me out ! Put me out ! " 

And the Charlies took him in charge, 
and put him in the watch-house, where 
he raved till morning, and then, very 
early in the day, died. Poor fellow ! 
He was " put out" most effectually, 
and by an agent that has prematurely 
snuffed out the light of life many mil- 
lions of times, and filled numberless 
graves with nameless, loathsome, un- 
wept mortals. These are thy doings, 
all-destroying alcohol ! 

Poor fellow, most truly ! But who 
set him on fire? Who kindles the 
quenchless flame? Did the Albany 
police make an attempt to ferret out 
this human incendiary ? Has the mayor 
offered a reward for his apprehension ? 
Most likely the man lives in Albany 
who applied the rum-torch to the brains, 
and vitals, and mind of this poor fellow, 
who has thus gone unfitted to his last 
account. How like a murder of body 
and soul, too, this ! We most earn- 
estly hope that the good people of the 
Empire State will vote, a few weeks 
hence, to withhold a license from alco- 
holic incendiaries within their bounds. 



Mahometan Drunkard. 

The following punishment of drunk- 
enness was lately inflicted by the popu- 
lace of Constantinople. An unfortunate 
Mussulman who, under the influence of 
wine, had lost the perpendicular, was 
tied upon a lame mule, with his head, 
on which was placed a round European 
hat, towards the tail of the animal, and 
behind it was tied a dog back to back. 
After having paraded him through the 
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was taken by the populace to the banks 
of the Bosporus, and plunged into the 
water with his innocent companions. 
The hair of the back of the dog was then 
cut in the form of a cross, and the beard 
of the Mussulman was shaved off with 
the same razor. He was subsequently 
plunged twice into the Bosporus, and 
his purification was considered com- 
plete. 



The Merchant Tailor and the 
Customer. 

" Why, how you have fell away ! " said 
a merchant tailor to a customer of his, 
who had joined a temperance society 
since he was measured for a new suit 
of clothes, which would not fit anyhow 
in consequence of it. " How you have 
fallen away ! " The person had lost some 
of his dishonest flesh, and was making 
himself a gentleman by other means 
than a new coat. 



The Missionary and the Indian. 

" I am glad," said a missionary to an 
Indian chief, " that you do not drink 
whiskey ; but it grieves me to find that 
your people use so much of it." 

" Ah, yes," said the red man, and he 
tixed an impressive eye upon the preach- 
er, which communicated the reproof be- 
fore he uttered it, "we Indians use a 
great deal of whiskey, but we do not 
make it." 



Moderate Drinking. 

The devil's railroad, with a steep 
downward grade to the depot of de- 
struction. 



The Mother and the Daughter. 

Says Dr. Guthrie : " A woman, a 
most excellent and Christian woman, 
came to seek our counsel and assistance 
in a matter which is bringing her gray 
hairs with sorrow to the grave. Her 
daughter, once a first-rate and most re- 
spectable servant, now lies in a jail 
of this countr) r under a sentence for 



theft ; and, on asking her mother (for 
we always suspect drink in such 
cases) whether her daughter had be- 
gun this evil course with the bottle," 
" Ah yes!" she said, "that was the 
beginning of it. She got beer and ale in 
the grand houses where she served, and 
then, when she went to other places, 
she couldna' want them. She brought 
in the drink or went to the dram-shop, 
and my puir lassie gaed on from bad to 
worse, till now, sir, she is a thief." 
And who, that sees in one glass the be- 
ginning of this habit, can foretell what 
shall be its end ? 



The Mayor and the Irishman. 

An ever-ready wit to secure a favor, 
or get him out of a scrape, is an Irish- 
man's instinct, if I may so call it. The 
late Cadwallader D. Colden, when 
mayor of New York, often told the fol- 
lowing anecdote : 

He was exceedingly anxious to lessen 
the vice of intemperance, which then pre- 
vailed to a great extent, and especially 
among foreigners, who could not resist 
the temptation of cheap liquors. As one 
means of doing so, he adopted a strict 
surveillance over the grog-shops, and 
whenever he heard complaints against 
any tavern-keeper for misconduct, he 
determined to take away his license. 
He kept a red book for the purpose of 
registering these complaints, to which 
he could refer at any moment. 

One day a worthy Hibernian, named 
PatMullins, came to ask for a renewal 
of his license. 

" Pat Mullins," said Mr. Colden ; " let 
me see "; then referring to the fatal book, 
he added, " Ah ! Patrick, I cannot renew 
your license, I am sorry to say, for I 
have heard complaints against you." 

" Complaints against me, your ho- 
nor !" exclaimed the astonished Pat ; 
" may I make bold to ax how many, 
your honor?" 

" Why, quite enough, I assure you — 
three serious complaints," said the 
mayor. 

" Only three complaints agin me, that 
has been keeping a grog-shop clane 
and dacent these two years? Faith, 
your honor hasn't been quite a year in 
office yit, and I have heard more than a 
hundred against 3 r ou ! " 

This a?"~ur:entum ad hominem over-. 



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came Mr. Colden's good nature. He 
tried Pat another year, and the grateful 
Irishman escaped the red book 
afterwards. 



ever 



Tile Mother and Her Son on the 
Power of Good Advice. 

Wendell Phillips relates the follow- 
ing: As she stood by the garden gate 
on a sunny morning, she said, " Ed- 
ward, they tell me, for 1 never saw the 
ocean, that the great temptation of sea- 
men's life is drink. Promise me, before 
you quit your mother's house, that you 
will never drink." And he said (for he 
told *ne the story), " I gave her the pro- 
mise, and I went the broad globe over — 
Calcutta, the Mediterranean, San Fran- 
cisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the 
North and the South Pole —I saw them 
all in forty years, and I never saw a glass 
filled with sparkling liquor that my 
mother's form by the garden gate, on the 
green hill-side of Vermont, did not rise 
up before me, and to-day at sixty my 
lips are innocent of the taste of liquor." 
Was not that the sweet evidence of 
the power of a single word ? Yet that 
was not half, " For," said he, " there 
came one yesterday into my counting- 
room, and asked me, ' Do you know 
me?' < No.' 'Well,' said he, 'I 
was once brought drunk into your pre- 
sence on shipboard. You were a pas- 
senger. The captain kicked me aside. 
You took me to your berth, and kept 
me there till I had slept off the intoxica- 
tion. You then asked me if I had a mo- 
ther. I said I never knew a word from her 
lips. You told me of yours at the gar- 
den gate, and to-day I am master of one of 
the finest packets in New York, and have 
come to invite you to come and see me.' " 
How far the little candle threw its 
beams — that mother's words on the green 
hill-side of Vermont ! 



Dr. Nott and His Friend. 

Doctor Nott, President of Union 
College, said, " I had a friend who had 
once been a wine-dealer, and having 
read the startling statements made pub- 
lic in relation to the brewing of wines, 
and the adulteration of other liquors 
generally, I enquired of that friend 



as to the verity of that statement. His 
reply was, ' God forgive what has passed 
in my own cellar ; but the statements 
made are true, and all true, I assure 
you.' " 



Not Matches. 

A notorious toper used to mourn 
about not having a regular pair of eyes ; 
one being black and the other light hazel. 
" It is very lucky for you," replied his 
friend, "for if your eyes had been 
matches, your nose would have set them 
on fire long ago." 



New Rum Color. 

The Rev. Mr. Miles, of Temple, N.H., 
was both witty and eccentric. There 
were several who were discussing the 
painting of their meeting-house, and dif- 
ferent colors were recommended by differ- 
ent speakers. Mr. Miles arose, and said, 
" I recommend that we paint our meet- 
ing-house new rum color, for in looking 
at the noses of some of my parishioners, 
I have discovered that that is a color 
which grows brighter and brighter every 
year." 



A Nip of Sling. 

" Give us a nip of sling," said a young 
man in the school of rum-drinking, as 
he bustled up to the bar of" a village 
grocery — " give us a nip of sling to wash 
down the teetotal lecture we have just 
been hearing." 

" Nip of sling," thought I, as I walked 
away musing and trying to analyze the 
cognomen — how appropriate ! 

I. Sling, as a verb, means to throw, 
or cast out. And so, thought I, his 
sling will throw the remnant of his 
money to the winds ; if he has a family, 
it will throw them — 

First — Into discouragement ; 

Second — Into wretchedness, and 

Third — Upon the town. 

It will probably sling himself — 

First — Into Idleness ; 

Second — Into debt ; 

Third — Into crime ; 

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Sixth — Into a drunkard's grave ; and 
Seventh — Into a miserable eternity. 
II. Sling, as a noun, means, 
First — Something to "throw with," 
and 

Second — Something to " hang in." 
If my analysis of it as a verb is correct, 
the first definition is true, and when the 
sheriff, the judge, the jury, the hangman, 
and gallows came rushing into my 
mind, surely, thought I, there is more 
truth than fiction in its second definition. 
And there is this to gratify " Nip." 
This means to bite, to blast, to pinch. 
The first agrees with Solomon's descrip- 
tion of intoxicating drinks — it biteth like 
a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. 
It blasteth the fondest hopes of parents, 
wife, and children, and how often has 
the drunkard, as he stood upon the hang- 
man's scaffold, pointed to the " nip of 
sling" as the procuring cause of his 
awful and final " nip of sling." 

Thus musing, I felt constrained to 
warn the young man to " sling " his 
" nip " into the fire, and go and wash 
down his " teetotal lecture " with a 
hearty draught of cold-water practice. — 
Vermont Temperance Star. 



Not a Man among Them. 

A drunkard in one of the villages in 
Westchester County, one cold winter 
night, started for home. He was so 
drunk a gentleman watched him, fearing 
he would freeze to death before he reach- 
ed his home. When a mile north of the 
village he got over into a hog-pen and 
laid down among them. Whether they 
considered him an intruder or smelt his 
offensive breath we know not, for one 
rooted him one way, and another rooted 
him back. His patience was tried, and 
he commanded them " to be still " ; but 
they did not recognize his drunken 
authority ; they continued to root him 
backwards and forwards, as they grunted 
and squealed, and he exclaimed, " Can't 
you be still ? I declare there is not a 
man among you." He was right. He 
was once a man made in the image of 
God, with powers bordering upon se- 
raphs, capable of soaring into compa- 
nionship with angels, eternity his life- 
time, the New Jerusalem his home ; but 
so degraded by intemperance, his man- 
hood was gone ; sunk so low the swine 
were ashamed of his company, glad to 



get rid of him, held a jubilee when he 
was gone. But he was correct, there was 
not a man among them. 



"Not a Drop More!" 

A penniless rum-drinker was pleading 
for brandy on trust. The angry reply 
of the rumseller, " Not a drop more ! " 
was the means of his signing the pledge, 
and becoming a temperate and wealthy 
man. 

" Not a drop more ! " 

Did he say so to me? 
When money is gone 

There's no trusting, I see ! 
" Not a drop more ! " 

When I paid him in gold 
For the richest of wines, 

How my hand he would hold ! 

" Not a drop more ! " 

That was never the word 
While the clink of my silver 

For brandy was heard ; 
And even while copper 

I brought to his door, 
He never once thundered, 

" Not a drop more ! " 

" Not a drop more ! " 

Then, so let it be ! 
Gold, silver, and copper 

May yet be for me. 
Then, when he shall watch 

For a bit of my pelf — 
Thank you, " Not a drop more ! " 

I prefer it myself. 

Kruna. 



Narrow Escape, 

Most men who drink ardent spirits 
for a medicine are in the practice of in- 
creasing the dose, for that which satisfied 
yesterday will not answer for to-day. 
The following is an illustration : Dur- 
ing the prevalence of cholera in Cincin- 
nati, a gentleman, a rigid member of a 
religious society, and who had been a 
rigid teetotaler, desired his wife to put 
a table-spoonful of brandy in his glass 
every day at dinner. The wife was sur- 
prised ; but deeming it the result of wise 
professional counsel, she complied, and 
the husband filled up the glass with 
water and drank it. A week passed by, 
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" My dear, you have been cutting off 
my supply of brandy. This has lost its 
taste! It does not produce the same 
effect as at first." His wife assured him 
she had given him the full amount, and 
he said no more. 

Another week passed by, and he re- 
peated to his wife the conviction that 
she had lessened the quantity of brandy. 
It did not produce the same effect as at 
first. He could scarcely taste it, and 
the effects on his stomach were not per- 
ceptible. 

" My dear," said his wife, " you have 
been taking two table-spoonfuls every 
day, for a week past, since you found 
fault with me for stinting you." He was 
thunderstruck. He sat afew moments in 
deep thought ; then desired the decanter 
of brandy to be brought to him. He 
seized it and shook it, as much as to 
say, " I am your master," and then 
hurled it from the window. He saw his 
danger and made an end of brandy- 
drinking. This was a narrow escape 
— saved as by fire. 



A Novel Way to Cure Drunkenness. 

" Bob ! " said a working carpenter 
who was just returning home from work, 
to an old companion who was reeling 
drunk, " have you heard of the new way 
to cure drunkenness ? " 

" No ; and what's more, I don't think 
there is a remedv ! " 

"That's all you know. Now, my 
recipe is this : First find a large brick, 
then go opposite a respectable shop- 
window, throw your brick through the 
glass, and they'll lock you up for the 
night. If you aren't sober in the morn- 
ing, then say my recipe is not worth 
having." 



Professor Olmstead and Abel Bishop^ 

Professor Olmstead, of Yale College, 
New Haven, known all over the land 
for his superior talents, was influenced 
to become a Washingtonian and to 
sign the pledge under the powerfully 
persuasive appeals of Abel Bishop, and 
thus relates it in his own graphic man- 
ner : 

Prof. Olmstead said he was happy to 
acknowledge himself a Washingtonian. 
He came into the society on the 4th of 



July, 1844, when a meeting was held in 
the Baptist Church. He had been a 
total abstainer for a long time, and did 
not consider it necessary to join the 
new society ; but the great apostle of 
Washingtonianism, Abel Bishop, ad- 
dressed the meeting, and exhorted all 
men, both the temperate and intempe- 
rate, to sign the pledge, and give their 
influence to the cause, and help sustain 
the reformed men. He went forward 
and enrolled his name, and he had 
never felt afraid that his name would 
go down to posterity as having been a 
drunkard. When he signed, a person 
in the audience pointed to him and 
asked if he had ever been intemperate. 
" I have helped him home a hundred 
times," was the reply of a carriage-dri- 
ver who stood by. 

PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE DEACON. 

To show the custom of old times, he 
related the following : 

" When I fitted for college," said Prof. 
Olmstead, " I lived with a good minis- 
ter in the interior of this State, whose 
father was a deacon. On one occasion 
the deacon took two jugs and I another, 
and we started to the village store, to 
get them filled with various liquors. 
On our way we were met by a neighbor, 
who enquired, 'What now?' * We are 
going to have a ministers' meeting at 
our house,' was the good deacon's re- 
ply. In those days it was thought rum 
was necessary on all occasions — in the 
heat of summer and the cold of winter — 
in the storm and in the sunshine. The 
soldier could not fight, nor the sailor 
buffet the waves of the ocean, without 
the aid of rum. Good men advocated 
its use. The late Governor Treadwell, 
of this State, himself a temperate man, 
wrote an essay to prove that rum was 
necessary for the laboring man." 

PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE BOYISH 
CUSTOMS OF HIS DAY. 

Surely they were the dark ages, as 
many will remember. The professor 
said : " If the education of children for 
drunkenness had been the object aimed 
at, a system better adapted to secure 
J this end could scarcely have been dc- 
! vised than that which prevailed only a 
few years ago. It began with the mo- 
ther, who quaffed frequent draughts of 
the stimulant, to impart nourishment to 
her tender infant. As the boy grew up. 
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juvenile sports ; he soon learned to i 
make the intoxicating cup an object of 
desire, and one for the attainment of 
which his skill at games was put in 
requisition." To illustrate this point, 
he related one scene in which he was 
an actor. In his native town, on one 
occasion, a company of boys played a 
game of ball, and the side that got beat 
was to " treat" the whole company. 
After the game was decided, the losing 
side contributed their money, and it 
was found that they had enough to pur- 
chase a quart of rum. This was pur- 
chased at a neighboring store, and a 
pail of sling made ; of this they drank 
till all were gay, and some of them 
beastly drunk. And this was a sample 
of the boyish customs of his day. 

" As the boy grew older, he was ex- 
posed to continual temptation. The 
farmer had his bowl of sling prepared 
for the whole family, and all were ex- 
pected to drink. The father took the 
first sip — then the mother — then the 
eldest child, and so on to the youngest ; 
when a ' double corner ' was turned, 
and the bowl passed up the line again, 
ending with the father, who must swal- 
low all that remained." He related an 
anecdote of a farmer who laid in a keg 
of the stimulant for himself and wife, 
and for fear it might be exhausted and 
no means left to replenish it, they 
agreed that none should be drank un- 
less it was paid for. The old man was 
soon thirsty, took his dram, and gave 
his wife six cents. Soon the old lady 
had occasion to drink, and paid six 
cents to her husband. In this way they 
continued alternately to drink, always 
paying six cents ; and soon it appeared 
that the keg was empty, and the liquor 
had all been paid for with the same 
sixpence. At the period of which he 
had been speaking, there could be no 
public gathering without rum. " If the 
neighbors clubbed together to cart wood 
for one of their number, the rum drank 
sometimes cost more than the wood 
was worth." 

PROFESSOR OLMSTEAD AND THE FIRST 
TEMPERANCE SOCIETY. 

He says : " It was about the year 
1830, 1 think, that the first temperance 
society was established in this city, in 
the lecture-room of the North Church. | 
They discarded ardent spirits only, i 
leaving men to drink wine, cider, ale, | 
etc.. as they might choose. I was a ; 



member of this society, and became an 
advocate for the use of wine — not for 
myself, for I even found that it would 
not do for a student ; he wants a clear 
head, and wine don't give it. If I want 
to work out a proposition in philosophy 
or astronomy, I must use only cold 
water. I cannot wander among the 
spheres with wine in my system, or if I 
did, I should go too fast. At the first 
organization of the society, one of our 
best citizens said at a public meeting 
that we did not mean to disturb the 
men in business — the importers, the 
wholesale dealers, the retailers, the 
distillers ; only the dram-shops were to 
be disturbed ; and it was asked, * Will 
the grocers give up their business ? Will 
the importers on the wharf see their 
stores and their ships rot, by giving up 
their business ? Will an old man give 
up his liquor? He will die.' But it 
has proved in this case, that whatever 
ought to be done can be done. I con- 
sider it an important principle, that it 
is always safe to do right, and that 
whatever ought to be done can be done. 
There is such a union established by 
God himself between duty and ability, 
that whatever ought to be done can be 
accomplished. If we cannot do it in 
our own strength, God can and will 
help us. But it was said, ' the drun- 
kard cannot leave off and live.' This 
has been proved false by the discipline 
of the State Prison, and in later times 
we have abundant proof of the fallacy 
of the doctrine, in the reformation of 
thousands of drunkards. The path of 
duty was always safe." 



Opposition — Selling Cheaper. 

A rumseller who had followed Gen- 
eral Taylor's army into Mexico did 
quite an extensive business in selling 
to the soldiers. He did business in a 
tent, and his liquor-cask was at the end 
of it. All at once his business fell off 
and he sold but little. He enquired into 
the cause. The soldiers told him they 
could purchase cheaper of a man who 
was selling on the other side of his tent. 
He went round there and found a man 
doing an extensive business and selling 
much cheaper than he could, and he 
found out the reason. He had bored 
a hole into his cask, the other end stick- 
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could undersell the other and that he 
had such extensive patronage. 



The Outside Barbarian. 

At a grand union festival of the Sons 
and Daughters of Temperance, in Broad- 
way, in New York, in 1848, the Hon. 
James Harper presided, and was very 
happy in keeping the large audience in 
good humor. 

During the exercises an incident oc- 
curred which is entirely too rich to be 
lost. A young gentleman, called upon 
to respond to one of the sentiments, be- 
gan by saying, " I am an outside bar- 
barian. Though by no means intempe- 
rate, I have never entered into any of 
the temperance societies." After com- 
plimenting the Daughters of Tempe- 
rance, in handsome terms, he sat down. 
One of the Daughters immediately arose 
and said the ladies would feel much 
more complimented if he would sign 
the pledge ! This called up the outside 
barbarian again, who remarked that he 
preferred to remain " isolated and inde- 
pendent " — just of course as every mo- 
derate drinker thinks and acts. This 
brought out the following sentiment 
which elicited roars of laughter, and 
which was taken in good part on all 
sides : 

" Outside Barbarians — may they all 
become civilized, and that speedily." 



Only One Fault. 

There may be, it is said, good men 
who sell rum ; that is, they are good 
citizens with one only exception — they 
do sell rum. This, it is argued, is but 
a single fault, and where is the man to 
be found who can boast of not having 
one fault in his character? This one- 
fault apology for rumselling was well 
illustrated by Dr. Jewctt at a recent 
meeting of the New Haven County So- 
ciety, in reply to an argument that a 
certain rumscller in New Britain must 
not be touched because he was so good 
a man in every other respect. 

A certain gentleman, some years 
since, was in the habit of visiting the 
city of New Orleans. His manners 
and deportment, together with his hand- 
some appearance, won for him the ad- 



miration of a large circle of fashionable 
acquaintances, and in his intercourse 
with his fellow-men in that city he 
gained the confidence of all by his affa- I 
bility and polite attention to the wants 
of others. This man had only " one 
fault," viz., when on board his vessel 
upon the high seas, if merchant ships 
fell in his way, he would, for the sake 
of gain, forcibly take possession of 
them, and appropriate their cargoes to 
his own use, and, if it was deemed ne- 
cessary for his own preservation, drown 
or cut the throats of the passengers and 
crews. This was all. In every other 
respect, Lafitte the pirate was a very 
good-hearted gentleman. 



The Old Highlander and the Strong 
Bose. 

Mr. Hogg related an anecdote of an 
old Llighlander to whom a country shop- 
keeper gave a dose of aqua-fortis in 
mistake for whiskey, and who, greatly 
to the relief of the seller, who really 
was afraid he had killed his customer, 
returned at his next visit in town for a 
" dram the same as before." How lined 
his throat must have been ! 



The Officer and his Maniac Wife. 

The following narrative was related 
by the Hon. W. Wilmot at a large 
temperance meeting at St John, N.B. 
Many of the audience were melted into 
tears as the honorable gentleman pro- 
cedeed with the affecting and melan- 
choly tale. 

Some years ago, Mr. Wilmot stat- 
ed, an interesting family landed upon 
our shores, in the city of St. John. The 
father was a half-pay officer ; he had 
been in most of the Peninsular cam- 
paigns, fighting in the wars cf his coun- 
try, and was a brave man, as well as 
gentlemanly in his demeanor. His 
wife, too, was a lady in every sense of 
the word ; her family connections were 
excellent, and by her affable manners 
she endeared herself to every one who 
happened to fall in her company. The) r 
had several interesting children, upon 
whom they doated. Indeed, the family 
was one cf love, interest, and harmony, 
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The father purchased a small farm lying 
between Fredericton and Woodstock, to 
which the family shortly afterwards mov- 
ed The farm was well stocked ; every 
comfort that could be desired was to be 
found there — the dwelling handsomely 
furnished, servants at command, and, in- 
deed, the affluence and neatness that pre- 
vailed throughout betokened the rank 
and condition of the inmates. Mr. 
Wilmot said he stopped there one 
morning to breakfast, and he declared 
he never beheld a happier, more con- 
tented and interesting family circle in 
all his life before. 

But, alas ! the demon of destruction 
was near by. There was a tavern in the 
vicinity ; and the brave officer, who had 
fought the battles of his country and been 
through every danger, without fearing 
the enemy, was at last to yield himself 
into the hands of the fell monster, alco- 
hol ; not only so, but his interesting and 
beautiful family were likewise to crum- 
ble away piecemeal, and share in a 
father's ignominy. Need we say that 
the father visited the tavern ? We have 
said enough for the reader to understand 
that he did. His visits became more 
and more frequent ; his lovely wife re- 
monstrated ; his children cried and 
supplicated, but all to no purpose. To 
the tavern he would go — one glass more ! 
The serpent's fangs had already entered 
his soul. He had tasted enough of the 
cup to poison his once manly spirit ; 
enough to entice him onward to a re- 
newal of the draught, and onward he 
went from cup to cup ; his family in the 
meanwhile becoming more and more 
wretched, their hearts daily giving way, 
that once lovely wife particularly. 
Alas ! the lovely flowers of summer now 
gave painful evidence of their withering 
beneath the frigid blast of an approach- 
ing winter. 

The farm became neglected ; indeed, 
nothing was thought of but the tavern, 
and the tavern was now thought more of 
by the victim than his own home, with 
all its treasures, his stricken wife and 
helpless children. His funds being ex- 
hausted, the half-pay officer was obliged 
to sell all his claims upon the Horse 
Guards. The sum realized spent, he 
was next obliged to mortgage his farm ; 
next, his cattle and all his farming im- 
plements ; next the farm passed from 
his hands altogether ; and at last, after 
sacrificing all his property to the shrine 
of his god, he made use of his wife's 



jewelry and such little presents and 
keepsakes as had been made to her by 
her fond mother and friends, as tokens 
of remembrance, just before she left the 
happy home of her father, where all was 
bright and gay, to dwell among strang- 
ers in a distant land. He made use of 
them, and how ? By taking them to the 
rum-shop, as he would to a pawnbro- 
ker's ; and the inhuman man behind the 
counter disdained not to receive, in 
J compensation for his poison, these in- 
| valuable offerings, these mementos of 
i a doating mother, which had been pre- 
| sented in tears of love when her child 
was about leaving her for ever ! 

The family was now obliged to seek 
shelter in a miserable log hut, and Mr. 
Wilmot stated that when he next wit- 
nessed that once beautiful wife and those 
promising children, and contrasted their 
condition with that of a former period, 
his heart sank within him. What a 
change was here ! 

To conclude the touching narrative in 
a few words: After passing over a cer- 
tain lapse of time, since that particular 
period, we find this once lovely wife, 
this fond and doating parent, this affable, 
intelligent, and lady-like companion and 
friend — where ? Where think you, read- 
er, she is to be found at this present 
moment? Where? In the Lunatic 
Asylum in the city of St. John — a rav- 



The Old Patriot. 

We have here an instance of genuine 
patriotism that we cannot but admire. 
At an early stage of the temperance re- 
form an old man of more than four- 
score years, afflicted with a bodily infirm- 
ity for which he had been advised by a 
physician to use ardent spirits as a 
medicine, was presented with a consti- 
tution of the Temperance Society on 
the plan of total abstinence. He read 
it and said : "That is the thing to save 
our country ; I will join it." " No," 
said one, u you must not join it, because 
ardent spirit is necessary for you as a 
medicine." " I know," said he, " I have 
used it, but if something is not done our 
country will be ruined, and I will not 
be accessory to the ruin of my country. 
I I will join the society." " Then/' said 
! another, " you will die." " Weil," said 
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ism, ** for my country I can die." He 
signed the constitution, gave up his 
medicine, and his disease fled away. 
Here was a splendid exhibition of pure 
patriotism, of genuine love of country. 



One More Spree. 

Many a man has talked of having'* one 
more spree," which has proved his last. 
For there comes a time when the drunk- 
ard has his last spree — and this is often 
suddenly and unexpectedly. I knew a 
young lawyer in Columbia County, 
New York, belonging to an aristocratic 
family. He had superior talents, as well 
as a superior education. He would 
have occasional sprees. His father pur- 
sued a similar course, and his son walk- 
ed in his footsteps. His father was a rep- 
resentative in Congress. 

The young man had been sober for 
some time ; he said " he would have one 
more spree, and then he would quit." 
He had one more — it was his last. Poor 
young man ! he died of delirium tremens. 
His funeral was one of the gloomiest 
I ever attended. His broken-hearted 
mother and his grief-stricken sisters 
were there ; but all was the very bitter- 
ness of grief. No words of consolation 
from the minister. Young, bright, 
beautiful, talented, promising ! This 
young man died the most terrible of all 
deaths, and filled the most loathsome 
and disgraceful of all graves — the grave 
of a drunkard. No roses planted by 
the hand of affection upon his grave, to 
bloom emblematical of his virtues, but 
thorns and thistles will spring up spon- 
taneously, emblematical of his vices. 



The Only Daughter. 

This story illustrates the folly and 
danger of moderate drinking. We knew, 
says one, a beautiful young woman, an 
only daughter, the pride and joy of her 
feeble and declining parents. There 
came into her father's employ a benevo- 
lent, industrious, pleasant young man, 
of some natural talent, who very pru- 
dently had resolved to drink but two 
glasses a day, one in the forenoon, 
and one in the afternoon. lie paid his 
addresses to her, and she received them. 
In about a year they were married He 



had at this time doubled his dose, and 
very prudently resolved that he would 
never drink more than four glasses a 
day. Rum, however, soon had more 
power over him than prudence. His 
face began to swell, his breath grew 
fetid, he lost his good-nature, his in- 
dustrious habits left him at a time when 
a growing family called for his exer- 
tions, he was thrown out of employment ; 
and there he was, a poor, miserable, 
profane, idle, beggarly drunkard. This 
came gradually, but it came certainly. 
His poor wife was an object of distress 
and of universal pity. She bore up 
under her sufferings as well as so frail 
a thing was able to ; and in a short time 
death came and gave her release. It 
broke down the whole family, father, 
mother, and brothers, for all their hopes 
were placed on her. 



The Orphan Asylum. 

The following from the Syracuse 
Journal is very ingenious : 

This is the house that Jack built. 

The Orphans' Bread. — This is the 
malt that lies in the house that Jack 
built. 

Temperance. — This is the cat that 
is killing the rats that are eating the 
malt that lies in the house that Jack 
built. 

License. — This is the dog that is 
worrying the cat, that is killing the 
rats, that are eating the malt that lies 
in the house that Jack built. 

Charity. — This is the cow with the 
crumpled horn, that is tossing the dog, 
that is worrying the cat, that is killing 
the rats, that are eating the malt that 
lies in the house that Jack built. 

Drunkards' Daughters. — These are 
the maidens all forlorn, that are milk- 
ing the cow with the crumpled horn, 
that is tossing the dog, that is worrying 
the cat, that is killing the rats, that are 
eating the malt that lies in the house 
that Jack built. 

Drunkards. — These are the men all 
tattered and torn, the fathers of maid- 
ens all forlorn, that arc milking the cow 
with the crumpled horn, that is tossing 
the dog, that is worrying the cat, that is 
killing the rats, that are eating the 
malt that lies in the house that Jack 
built. 

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are the leeches, the objects of scorn, 
that are robbing the men all tattered 
and torn, the fathers of maidens all for- 
lorn, that are milking the cow with 
the crumpled horn, that is tossing the 
dog, that is worrying the cat, that is 
killing the rats, that are eating the 
malt that lies in the house that Jack 
built. 



The Old Lady and Her Turkeys. 

An old lady kept a large family of 
turkeys, perhaps sixty. She, like a 
great many other people, thought a 
great deal of her turkeys. Opposite her 
door was a "West-India Goods Store." 
the man who kept it one day emptied 
his casks of cherries, intending to re- 
place them with new. This old lady, be- 
ing economical, thought it a great pity 
to have all those cherries wasted, and, 
in order to have them saved, she would 
drive over her turkeys and let them eat 
them. In the course of the day the old 
lady thought she would look over and 
see that they were in no mischief. She 
approached the yard, and, lo ! in one 
corner lay her turkeys in a huge pile, 
dead. What was to be done? Surely 
tne old matron could not lose the fea- 
thers. She called her daughters, and 
picked them, intending to have them 
buried in the morning. Morning came, 
and behold, there were her turkeys 
stalking about the yard, featherless 
enough, crying out,"Quit, quit !" feeling, 
no doubt, mortified that their drunken 
fit had been the means of losing their 
coats. 

All young men who are in the habit 
of drinking should leave off before 
they get picked ; and to those who do 
not every lady should say, '* Quit." 



The Physician and the Sexton. 

Dr. A , physician at Newcastle, 

being summoned to a vestry in order to 
reprimand the sexton for drunkenness, 
dwelt so long on the fellow's miscon- 
duct as to raise his choler, and draw 
from him this expression : " Sir, I was 
in hopes you would have treated my 
failings with more gentleness, or 
that you would have been the last 
man alive to appear against me, as 
I have covered so many blunders of 
yours." 



The Oysters were Bad. 

"What is the matter, sir?" said a sur- 
geon to his patient. " Well, I have 
eaten some oysters, and I suppose 
they've disagreed with me." " Have 
you eaten anything else?" "Well, 
no ; why, yes, I did, too — that is, I took 
for my tea a mince-pie, four bottles of 
ale. and two glasses of gin, and I have 
eaten the oysters since, and I really 
believe the oysters were not good for 
me." 



Poor Jack! 

At a meeting of the British and For- 
eign Bible Society a speaker related the 
following : 

A drunkard was one day staggering 
in drink on the brink of the sea. His 
little son by him, three years of age, 
being very hungry, solicited him for 
something to eat. The miserable fa- 
ther, conscious of his poverty, and of 
the criminal cause of it, in a kind of 
rage occasioned by his intemperance 
and despair, hurled the little child into 
the sea, and made off with himself. 
The poor littie sufferer, finding a plank 
by his side on the water, clung to it. 
The wind soon wafted him and the 
plank out to sea. A British man-of- 
war, passing by, discovered the plank 
and child ; a sailor, at the risk of his 
own life, plunged into the sea, and 
brought him on board. He could in- 
form them little more than that his 
name was Jack. They gave him the 
name of Poor Jack. He grew up on board 
the man-of-war, behaved well, and 
gained the love of all the officers and 
men. He became an officer of the sick 
and wounded department. During an 
action of the late war, an aged man 
came under his care in a dying state. 
He was all attention to the dying stran- 
ger, but could not save his life. 

The aged stranger was dying, and 

thus addressed this kind )^oung officer : 

" For the great attention you have 

shown me I give this only treasure that 

I am possessor of " (presenting him with 

a Bible bearing the stamp of the British 

and Foreign Bible Society). " It was 

given me by a lady, and has been the 

; means of my conversion, and has been 

J a great comfort to me. Read it, and it 

1 will lead you in the way you should 



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go." He went on to confess the wick- 
edness and profligacy of his life before 
the reception of his Bible ; and, among 
other enormities, how he once cast a 
little son, three years old, into the sea, 
because he cried to him for needful 
food ! 

The young officer enquired of him the 
time and place, and found here was his 
own history. Reader, judge, if you can, 
of his feelings, to recognize in the dying 
old man his father, dying a penitent un- 
der his care! And judge of the feeling 
of the dying penitent, to find that the 
same young stranger was his son — 
the very son whom he had plunged 
into the sea, and had no ic*ea but 
that he immediately perished ! A de- 
scription of their mutual feelings will 
not be attempted. The man soon ex- 
pired in the arms of his son. The lat- 
ter left the service and became a pious 
preacher of the Gospel. 

On closing this story, the minister 
in the meeting of the Bible Society 
bowed to the chairman, and said : "Sir, 
I am little Jack." 



The Physician and the Patient. 

The following account of the last 
hours of a drunkard is said to be au- 
thentic. It is enougho t make one's hair 
stand on end, and the blood to curdle 
in his veins, and to make a man vow on 
the altar of temperance eternal hatred 
to everything that can intoxicate. 

There was a man once sober and 
prosperous, who had a lovely and happy 
family. As he lay upon his bed, groan- 
ing under the burden of a guilty con- 
science, and his family — they seem still 
lovely, although reduced to beggary by 
his infernal appetite — gathered weeping 
around his bed, " I came," says the 
physician, " into the room." 

" Doctor," said he, " do you believe 
there is a hell ? " laying a strong em- 
phasis on the last word as he repeated it. 

" I certainly do," I replied. " I know 
there is," rejoined he. "I know 
there is, for I feel it here ; the worm 
that can never die — the fire that can 
never be quenched — eternal punishment 
— endless torments ! I feel them : they 
have becjun to be my portion even in this 
world." I suggested to him, that the 
mercy of God was infinite, and would 



j be extended even to the vilest sinner 
upon repentance. 

" Repentance ! " said he, catching my 
words — " Repentance ! I cannot repent ; 
the time of repentance is gone for ever ! 
I can reflect on my treatment of my 
wife, on my dreadful abuse of my child- 
ren, on my loss of respect, honor, and 
every noble feeling, and still not be 
moved — not be penitent. The day of 
repentance is past — there is no hope — 
I am lost — I am lost." He lay silent 
for a few minutes, and again burst 
forth into the most blasphemous expres- 
sions of horror and despair, followed 
by a dreadful cry for rum ! " Give me 
some rum ! give me some rum !" The 
physician, fearing he might spring from 
his bed, and do injury to those around,as 
he had done on similar occasions, ex- 
hibited more than human strength, or- 
dered it to be given him. Seizing the 
tumbler with a convulsive grasp, he 
made an ineffectual attempt to carry it 
to his mouth. Enraged at his repeated 
failures, occasioned by the high excite- 
ment of his nervous system, he uttered 
a dreadful oath, and called upon his wife 
for assistance. Before she could reach 
the bed, with a fiendish laugh and a 
hellish spite, he dashed from him the 
tumbler ; and muttering " Damnation ! 
Damnation ! " fell back and expired. 



The Painter and His Son. 

A man must be very drunk not to 
know his own son. There is a good 
story of Jarvis the painter. Starting out 
one day, with two or three companions, 
for a spree, the ever-observing eye of the 
painter was attracted by some boys at 
play, and particularly one of those 
geniuses " born to rule " who was the 
leader. " Come here my man," cried 
Jarvis ; " what is your name ? " 

" My name is John, and I am not your 
man" quickly answered the boy. 

"John? why that is my name," said 
Jarvis ; " what is }^our other name ? " 

" Wesley." 

"John Wesley? that is my name too. 
Any more names ? the more the merrier." 

" Jarvis," said the boy. 

"Jarvis ? John Wesley Jarvis ! Why, 
who is your father? " was the earnest en- 
quiry. 

" He's Jarvis the painter, and mother 
says he's a very bad man too." 



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Pointed Sermons. 

More than one hundred years ago, 
there graduated at Harvard University a 
man by the name of Rawson, who sub- 
sequently settled in the ministry at 
Yarmouth, on Cape Cod. Pie used to 
preach very pointed sermons. Having 
heard that some of his parishioners 
were in the habit of making him the 
subject of their mirth at a grog-shop, he 
one Sabbath preached a discourse from 
the text, " And I was the song of the 
drunkard." His remarks were of a very 
moving character, so much so that many 
of his hearers rose and left the house in 
the midst of the sermon. A short time 
afterwards the preacher delivered a dis- 
course still more pointed than the first, 
from the text, " And they, being con- 
victed out of their own consciences, 
went out one by one." On this occasion 
no one ventured to retire from the as- 
sembly, but the guilty ones resigned 
themselves, with as good grace as pos- 
sible, to the lash of their pastor. 



The Patient Wiser than his 
Physician. 

Zion's Herald relates a case of one 
who became so low as to need the use 
of stimulants. These the physician 
prescribed. The patient got better 
rapidly, and the doctor was congratu- 
lating him on the favorable result of 
his prescription, when his self-satisfac- 
tion was marred by the information that 
the whiskey was untouched, and that 
beef-tea was the cause of the cure. 
The patient was a sensible man, and 
was the cause of the doctor becoming 
one also, for the latter gave testimony 
in a convention afterwards that beef-tea 
might much better, ordinarily, be pre- 
scribed where alcohol now is. 



Pockets. 

Why do the distillers continue in a 
business which brings degradation and 
curses upon their neighbors? Ans. 
— Pockets. 

Why are they not striving to promote 
peace, prosperity, and good order? Ans. 
— Pockets. 

Why do they subject us to a greater 
amount of taxation, in the shape of 



crime, pauperism, and criminal trials, 
than all other items of taxation put 
together? Ans. — Pockets. 

Why do they urge and entice young 
men to drink, and thus ruin them for 
ever? Ans. — Pockets. 



The Rev. Dr. Phillips and his Hearer. 

When Doctor Phillips was once 
preaching on the subject of intempe- 
rance, a woman at the close of the sermon 
stood up and exclaimed, " It's all true, 
it's all true, it's all true ! But put a 
glass of brandy before me, and if I were 
to be hanged or damned the next mo- 
ment I should drink it off!" 



Pithy Logic. 

Said a reformed man : " If there be any 
man who opposes the cause of tempe- 
rance from conscientious motives, I will 
ask him, and I will endeavor to con- 
vince him of his error ; I will bring him 
to a garret in a loathsome lane, and I 
will show him a corner where I, and my 
wife, and family used to lie on a wad of 
straw, almost naked, without food or 
lire for days ; and then I will lead him 
in a respectable street, and, on arriving 
at the drawing-room, I will show him a 
well-dressed female and two children, 
fat and healthy, surrounded by all that 
can produce human happiness, and I 
will tell him that these were the people 
who lived in the garret I showed him. 
Teetotalism took them by the hand and 
brought them here ; and would you ad- 
vise them to go back again? " 



Pledged. 

" You complain of my taking the 
pledge," said a reclaimed man in Kent, 
England, to an anti-teetotal acquaint- 
ance. " Strong drink occasioned me to 
have more to do with pledging than 
teetotalism ever had. When 1 was 
a consumer of alcoholic fluids, I 
pledged my bed, I pledged my shirt, 
everything that was pledgable, and 
was losing every hope and blessing 
when teetotal truth met and convinced 
me of my folly. Then I pledged my- 



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self, and by so doing soon gained more 
than my former property about me." 



Practical Illustrations. 

A man was lecturing in a school- 
house out West on the evils of intem- 
perance. A gentleman came to hear 
the lecture, and was rather late, and he 
saw a man who was intoxicated leaning 
against the school-house. He enquired 
his name. He gave it. " Why," said the 
gentleman, " that is the name of the man 
who is lecturing inside." " Yes/' said 
he, " that man's my brother/' " How 
comes it to pass your brother is lectur- 
ing inside the school-house on intempe- 
rance, and you drunk outside ? " " I'll ex- 
plain," said he with a very thick tongue: 
" My brother goes round lecturing on 
intemperance, and I go along to give 
practical illustrations '/' 



', them out, and found they came to one 
j shilling ; then turning to his slate, and 
I finding a charge of ninepence for three 
| glasses of rum against the husband, de- 
ducted it and pajd her the remaining 
three cents. She besought him to think 
of her half-starved children, but she 
pleaded in vain. Talk about moral sua- 
sion with such men ! They would take 
the coins from the eyes of a corpse, 
if there were three of them, to pay for 
the last glass which sent the victim to 
his early grave. — Stillwater Gazette. 



The Quaker and the Drunkard. 

A Quaker was once advising a drun- 
kard to leave off his habit of drinking 
intoxicating liquors. 

" Can you tell me how to do it?" said 
the slave of the appetite. 

Quaker. " It is just as easy as to open 
thy hand, friend." 

Drunkard. " Convince me of that, and 
I will promise upon my honor to do as 
you tell me." 

Quaker. " Well, friend, when thou find- 
est any vessel of intoxicating liquor 
in thy hand, open the hand that contains 
it before it reaches thy mouth, and thou 
wilt never be drunk again." Surely this 
was a simple remedy. The toper was 
so pleased with the plain advice that he 
followed it and became a sober man. 



The Quintessence of Meanness. 

A clergyman related the following 
anecdote, which several of his hearers 
afterwards fully confirmed : A lady, the 
wife of a poor inebriate, the mother of 
several half-starved children, went to a 
grocery to sell some rags, that she might 
obtain the means of giving her children 
something to eat. The grocer weighed 



Rum. 



The following panegyric on rum shows, 
not only how it was viewed by some of our 
countrymen more than eighty years ago, 
but how it is viewed by some in our 
own day. The ironical dress in which 
it appears may take the attention of 
some who would not read merely for 
the sake of the truth, and thus fix a use- 
ful sentiment in their minds against 
their inclinations. 

(From the Federal Gazette?) 

AN ORATION IN PRAISE OF RUM. 

Delivered at a Commencement held in the Uni- 
versity of Pennsylvania on July 30, 1789. 

Humanity and justice conspire to 
lead us to take the part of the persecut- 
ed and oppressed. Under the influence 
of these principles I come forward this 
day to defend a much-injured character. 
Many and formidable have been its 
enemies. Secret calumnies and public 
scandal, private associations and public 
testimonies, ridicule and satire, poetry 
and prose, paragraphs and pamphlets, 
dreams and dialogues, and even prints 
themselves, have all been employed to 
destroy it. The character I allude to 
is that universal friend to mankind, 
Rum. 

It is no small mortification to me that 
I am not able to trace the invention of 
this noble liquor to its author ; nor am 
I able to mention the country in which 
the worm and the still were first dis- 
covered. Gratitude must here, there- 
fore, be silent. Some people have, 
with more ill-nature than wit, ascribed 
the invention of rum to the devil. These 
people tell us that his Satanic majesty, 
having invented gunpowder and paper 
money, was at a loss to know how to 
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he set up a distillery and made rum, 
which served as a vehicle for the other 
two articles, and hence they say they 
have travelled hand in hand together in 
all countries. I shall not stop to de- 
termine whether this account of the ori- 
gin of rum be true or false, but shall 
leave the enquiry to be settled by that 
great friend to gunpowder, the late King 
of Prussia, and by the advocates for 
paper money in the State of Rhode Is- 
land. 

The use of rum is not only very an- 
cient, but universal. It is the arrack of 
China, the gin of Holland, the brandy 
of France, and the whiskey of Scotland, 
Ireland, and the United States. 

I shall now mention a few of the ex- 
cellent qualities and uses of this uni- 
versal liquor. 

1st. Rum is an antidote to care ; and 
everybody knows how much of this is 
the portion of every human creature. 
No sooner does this cordial thrill 
through the blood than poverty loses 
all its evils, and the dun and the sheriff 
cease to be terrible. Rum is moreover 
the opiate of domestic trouble. In vain 
does a husband abuse his wife, or a 
wife waste the property of her husband, 
in a country where rum is to be had at 
a moderate price. This invaluable li- 
quor, like the water of Lethe, causes 
them both to forget injuries of every 
kind, and while they are under its in- 
fluence (provided they take enough to 
put them to sleep) they live in har- 
mony with each other. 

2d. Rum is the fuel of courage ; of 
this the British army exhibited many 
proofs during the late war, it being a 
constant practice with the British gene- 
rals always to give their soldiers a dram 
just before they led them on to battle. 
To this liquor, therefore, we are to as- 
cribe the many gallant exploits that 
were performed by the British army in 
America ; such as the burning of Char- 
lestown, New London, and Norfolk, 
and, above all, the bravery with which 
they extirpated old men and women, 
and even the ministers of the Gospel, 
when they were detected in administer- 
ing support to the late unnatural rebel- 
lion. 

3d. Another excellence peculiar to 
rum is its specific virtues (as we are 
told) in preventing intermitting fevers. 
Without it, it has been said, it would 
have been impossible to have settled or 
cultivated the Southern States. Hence 



the adage of the planters in South Caro- 
lina — 

" If 3'ou wish to inherit your father's lands, 
Fray wash your throat before your hands." 

The throat in this instance is always 
to be washed with raw rum. Its great 
utility in preserving the planters from 
the effects of the damp and unwhole- 
some air of the morning, has given it 
the medical name of an aniifogniaiic. 
The quantity taken every morning is in 
an exact proportion to the thickness of 
the fog and the dampness of the atmos- 
phere. The degrees of each of these 
are measured by the report of a negro 
slave who has been exposed to them in 
the morning. But the time, we hope, is 
not very distant when these fogs will 
be measured with much more accuracy 
by an instrument to be called a fog- 
tometer, and which is to be graduated 
by gills, half-pints, and quarts. A more 
minute account of this instrument shall 
be given as soon as the law for protect- 
ing and rewarding discoveries is passed 
by the United States, 

4th. Again, rum is a republican 
liquor. This character, I know, has been 
given to beer and cider. But I deny the 
propriety of the epithet ; these expen 
sive liquors can be afforded only by the 
rich and luxurious, and of course are 
never drunk in mixed or truly republi- 
can companies. Rum, like death, is a 
universal leveller. It brings the noble- 
man and the porter together in the same 
cellar in London, and it leads the mer- 
chant, the lawyer, the doctor, and the 
beggar to meet upon equal terms in 
taverns and tippling-houses. While 
rum, therefore, continues to be the drink 
of Americans, it will be for ever unne- 
cessary for the Congress to exercise the 
power which has been given to them 
of protecting each State in the enjoy- 
ment of its republican form of govern- 
ment. 

5th. Let me not forget to mention in 
this place the influence of rum in gov- 
ernment. It is this which unites the 
tongue, the hands, and the feet of the 
country politician. It is this which in- 
spires him with eloquence, and furnish- 
es him with all his ideas of the horrors 
of aristocratical and kingly power. It 
is this noble liquor which pulls down 
old governments, and which opposes 
the establishment of new ones, when 
they run counter to the inclinations of 
the people, It is true the Federal Gov- 



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ernment was established by means of 
beer and cider, without the aid of rum ; 
but it is equally true that this Govern- 
ment could not be set in motion with- 
out it. Witness the reduction of the 
duty upon rum and molasses by the 
Congress of the United States. Our 
wise rulers knew too well its manifold 
uses to lessen its consumption by an 
extravagant tax. 

We have been told by some physi- 
cians that rum produces a great number 
of diseases, such as dropsies, palsies, 
epilepsies, apoplexies, madness, and 
the like. I grant this to be the case 
where rum is drunk diluted with water 
in grog, toddy, and punch. But raw 
rum never produces this terrible group 
of disorders, especially when it is taken 
in a sufficient quantity. No man ever 
complained of palsy, epilepsy, dropsy, 
apoplexy, or madness who drank his 
two quarts of rum in a day ; or if he 
did, his complaints were of very short 
continuance. The words of the poet, 
therefore, with a little alteration, apply 
to my subject with as much propriety 
as they do to the treasurers of know- 
ledge : 

11 Drink deep, or taste not the distiller's spring — 
A little spirit is a dangerous thing ; 
For shallow draughts produce disease and pain, 
But drinking deep dispels them both again." 

We are told, further, that rum is an im- 
proper drink in harvest, and that molas- 
ses and water, vinegar and water, milk 
and water, and small beer, should be given 
to reapers instead of it. May the advo- 
cates for these colicky liquors never know 
the pleasures of drinking anything else ! 
For my part, I pity them, and hope that 
the inhabitants of the United States will 
always have good sense enough to pre- 
fer the rosy face of rum to the pale and 
squalid looks which are imparted to 
the countenance by the vapid liquors 
which have been mentioned. Hail ! 
great, ancient, and universal cordial ! 
Thou art the liquor of life ; thou art the 
opiate of care ; the composer of family 
troubles ; the fuel of courage ; the anti- 
dote to fevers ; the enemy of aristocratic 
pride ; and the life and soul of republi- 
can forms of government ! In spite of 
the ravings and declamations of cynics 
and madmen, may thy influence be per- 
petual in the United States ! Whether 
a short or a long life await our country, 
ma)' she never want the blessings of 
rum ! If she is destined for long life, 



may rum be the milk of her old age ; 
but if a premature death awaits her, 
may she, oh ! may she expire in an 
ocean of rum. 



The Reformed Judge. 

Judge Smith of Medina, Ohio, a man 
of splendid genius and talents, an able 
jurist, was such a drunkard and so de- 
based his wife could not live with 
him, and obtained a bill of divorce, af- 
ter which he sank lower and lower, 
till he reached the bottom, and none 
were " so poor as to do him reverence." 
But the Washingtonians visited that re- 
gion, and their coming was a great 
blessing to him. He reformed and 
signed the pledge. He was soon ele- 
vated to his former condition. He 
sought out her who had obtained a bill 
of divorce from him ; they were remar- 
ried in the presence of hundreds. The 
family was a domestic Eden, for para- 
dise was regained, and he became a 
public advocate of the cause of tempe- 
rance. 



The Result of the First Drop. 

The Rev. James Sherman, successor 
of Rowland Hill at Surrey Chapel, 
London, relates the following tale of 
woe that came under his own observa- 
tion : 

Many awful consequences have re- 
sulted from partaking of the first drop 
pressed upon the lips of a child by an 
affectionate mother. I can state on 
this subject an appalling fact which 
came within my own knowledge. I 
was intimately acquainted with a young 
man of open, ingenuous, honest, up- 
right character. A deep and sincere 
affection subsisted between us. He 
corresponded with me under the name 
of Jonathan, and I with him under the 
name of David ; from this you may 
judge that our attachment was of the 
strongest kind. He went out into life ; 
but, unhappily, he thought that a little 
drop might be taken after dinner with 
safety, and that he might take a little 
drop more at night. Thus he began by 
taking little drops. And his wife en- 
couraged him to do so, under the im- 
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But a fatal habit was formed. The 
love of drink increased. His business, 
which was one of high respectability 
and profit, began to be neglected ; his 
clerks and domestics, for want of proper 
superintendence, became negligent. 
His affairs went to ruin. He became 
a bankrupt. Some time ago I saw 
him in the vestry of Spafields Chapel. 
I had been preaching from those words, 
"The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth 
from all sin.' 7 One of the servants came 
and told me that a person was waiting 
to see me who had sent in his name. 
I was surprised, as I had not heard of 
him for years. But, oh! what a change 
did I discover in him. His face was 
bloated and diseased ; he was in rags ; 
he had every appearance of poverty and 
misery. I asked him what had be- 
come of his wife. "Oh ! " said he, " she is 
ruined !" Of his children: " Oh ! they 
are all ruined ! ruined by my drunken- 
ness ! " 

I did not see him again for three 
months, and then I found him in 
Coldbath Fields prison. The tale which 
he told the governor was enough to 
melt a heart of stone, and contains 
some particulars too affecting for re- 
cital, and I make the statement to de- 
ter you from taking the first step in the 
use of intoxicating liquors, and to con- 
vince you that the safest plan is, 
" Touch not, taste not, handle not." 



General Riley. 

The following amusing account of 
the general we take from a Michigan 
paper : 

General Riley of Rochester, who has 
for many years been a temperance 
lecturer (on his own hook), has been 
visiting the several villages of our 
county ; and we must, in justice to 
him, say that no man, this many a day, 
has talked to the people more accept- 
ably than this gentleman. General 
Riley has formerly been known as a 
gentleman of wealth and of enviable 
reputation in the community in which 
he has resided ; and, as far as human 
eye can see, he appears actuated by the 
pure and exalted purpose of benefit- 
ting his fellow-men. The way he talks 
to u rumsellers " (to use his own phrase) 
is a caution ; and the beauty of it is, he 
does it all so keenly and so pleasantly 



as to take with the rumseller as well as 
with everybody else. He will get upon a 
hogshead or dry-goods box in the street, 
and talk to folks, if no house is open 
for him big enough. He makes rum- 
sellers laugh and roll out their " stuff" 
into the streets. He takes the ground 
that no licenses should be granted by 
law to sell intoxicating drinks. And 
we were surprised to see a very large 
and promiscuous audience in the court- 
house very nearly unanimous in sus- 
taining that position. This shows a 
healthy progress in public sentiment. 
General Riley pays folks week- days 
one shilling an hour to hear him talk, 
rumsellers eighteen pence, bar-tenders 
nine pence. He says rumsellers often 
take the money ; but in every case he 
has heard of it has made a good Wash- 
ingtonian of him. The general has 
travelled ten States at the East. He is 
now making a triumphal tour through- 
out the West. We commend him most 
heartily to our brethren everywhere ; 
no man, however, is better able to 
push his own way. 

We almost forgot to say that the gen-' 
eral has had struck a very beautiful 
temperance medal, with the "Old Oaken 
Bucket " on one side, with appropriate 
inscriptions. 

GENERAL RILEY AND MR. JONES. 

General Riley spent one day in New- 
ark, Ohio, in March, 1844, and gave three 
addresses. When the general was lec- 
turing at the canal bridge, a man named 
Jones appeared with a bottle in his 
hand. The eye of the general caught 
him ; he instantly turned to address 
him. Meanwhile every eye was fix- 
ed on Jones, who raised, in defiance, 
the bottle over his head, swallowed 
its contents, and soon staggered off in 
triumph. In about three days after 
this scene Mr. Jones left this world, and 
has gone to render up his account to 
God. 

GENERAL RILEY AND THE FINE. 

General Riley, who was fined for lec- 
turing on temperance in the streets of 
New London, writes a letter on the sub- 
ject, in which he shows up the general 
character of the place in no very favor- 
able light. Judging from his descrip- 
tion, New London would do no credit 
to the darkest corner of our country. 
He says, among other things, that the 
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whale-fishery; one of the individuals 
thus engaged said to an active tempe 
ranee man : " I don't wish anything said 
to my men on the subject of tempe- 
rance, fori can make better bargains 
with them when drunk than when so- 
ber." 



The Rumseller's Devices. 

One imagines that a rumseller, to im- 
mortalize his name and profession, gets 
out his splendid signs in order to at- 
tract attention and secure customers. 
A seeker of rum beholds it, and he 
enters and enquires of the man in the 
bar, " What do )^ou keep here good to 
drink?" He is answered, "Good to 
drink ? Almost everything. Look at 
my bottles, and see how they are marked, 
and suit yourself." " You read 'em, land- 
lord." " Well, here, you see, are fifteen 
decanters, all full of good stuff. They 
are numbered and labelled as follows : 

" No. i. Drink if you are dry, and it 
will wet you. 

" No. 2. Drink if you are wet, and it 
will dry you. 

" No. 3. Drink if you are cold, and it 
will warm you. 

" No. 4. Drink if you are warm, and it 
will cool you. 

" No. 5. Drink when you are sad, and 
it will make you jolly. 

"No. 6. Drink if you are jolly, and it 
will keep you from being sad. 

" No. 7. Drink if you are rich, for you 
can afford it. 

" No. 8. Drink if you are poor, and 
you will soon feel rich. 

" No. 9. Drink if you are young, for 
now is the time to begin to learn. 

" No. 10. Drink when you are old, for 
you will soon have to stop drinking. 

" No. 11. Drink if you are in debt and 
in trouble, and you will soon forget 
your sorrows. 

" No. 12. Drink if your wife and chil- 
dren are at home freezing and starving, 
for your temperance neighbors will not 
let them suffer. 

11 No. 13. Drink to-day, if you die to- 
morrow. 

11 No. 14. Drink, if you have but your 
last sixpence in your pocket, for I 
want it. 

" No. 15. Drink nothing if you have no 
money ; for ' No trust here,' you see, is 
written on the door. Now, sir, which 
will you be helped to ?" " Why —hem — I 



thinks they all suit my case 'zackly, and 
I b'lieve I'll take a little of all on 'em, 
'cept the two last ; for I have no money, 
and I never wants to be trusted, land- 
lord." 



The Rumseller's Dream. 

" Well, wife, this is too horrible ! I 
cannot continue this business any 
longer." 

" Why, dear, what's the matter now ?" 

" Oh ! such a dream, such a rattling of 
dead men's bones, such an army of 
starved mortals, so many murderers, 
such cries, and shrieks, and yells, and 
such horrid gnashing of teeth and glar- 
ing of eyes, and such blazing fire, and 
such devils. Oh ! I cannot endure it ! 
My hair stands on end, and I am so 
filled with horror I can scarcely speak. 
Oh ! if ever I sell rum again !" 

" My dear, you are frightened." 

" Yes indeed am I ; another such a 
night will I not pass for worlds." 

" My dear, perhaps — " 

" Oh ! don't talk to me. I am deter- 
mined to have nothing more to do with 
rum, anyhow. Do you think, Tom 
Wilson came to me with his throat cut 
from ear to ear, and such a horrid gash, 
and it was so hard for him to speak, and 
so much blood, and, said he, See here, 
Joe, the result of your rumselling. My 
blood chilled at the sight, and just then 
the house seemed to be turned bottom 
up ; the earth opened, and a little imp 
took me by the hand, saying, Follow me. 
As I went, grim devils held out to me 
cups of liquid fire, saying, Drink this. 
I dared not refuse. Every draught set 
me in a rage. Serpents hissed on each 
side, and from above reached down 
their heads and whispered, Rumseller. 
On and on the imp led me through a 
narrow pass. All at once he paused 
and said, Are you dry ? Yes, I replied. 
Then he struck a trap-door with his foot, 
and down, down we went, and legions 
of fiery serpents rushed after us, whis- 
pering, Rumseller, rumseller ! At length 
we stopped again, and the imp asked 
me as before, are you dry? Yes, I re- 
plied. He then touched a spring — a 
door flew open. What a sight ! There 
were thousands, ay, millions of old 
worn-out rum-drinkers, crying most pi- 
teously, Rum, rum, give me some rum ! 
When they saw mc, they stopped a mo- 
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cried out, so as to make all shake again, 
Rumsellerl and, hurling me in, shut the 
door. For a moment they fixed their 
ferocious eyes upon me, and then utter- 
ed in a united yell, Damn him ! which 
filled me with such terror I awoke. 
There, wife, dream or no dream, I will 
never sell another drop of the infernal 
stuff. I will no longer be accessory to 
the miseries that come upon men in 
consequence of the traffic in intoxicating 
drinks. I will not." 



Railroad to Ruin. 

Surveyed by avarice ; chartered by 
county commissioners ; freighted with 
drunkards ; with grog-shops for de- 
pots, rumsellers for engineers, bar-tend- 
ers for conductors, and landlords for 
stockholders ; fired up with alcohol, 
and boiling with delirium tremens. 

The groans of the dying are the thun- 
ders of the trains, and the shrieks of 
women and children are the whistle of 
its engines. 

By the help of God we will reverse 
the steam, put out the fire, annul the 
charter, and save the freight. 



The Rumseller and His Sons. 

A man in Massachusetts spent his 
days in selling rum, to lay up property 
for his family. The wife of one of his 
customers used often to come to him, 
and entreat him not to sell it to her hus- 
band. But for reasons like those given 
by the rum-dealers generally, he con- 
tinued to sell to the man, and at length 
died, leaving a great estate. His oldest 
son went out with his part of the pro- 
perty to Ohio, set up in trade, and flour- 
ished away, till he soon became a drun- 
kard, and died. His next brother took 
his place, flourished for a time, became 
a drunkard, and died. His next, and 
only brother took his place, and be- 
came a miserable drunkard, staggering 
about the streets. 



A Rumseller not a Reputable Person. 

At Philadelphia a poor woman late- 
ly made application to a soup society 



for a daily supply of soup, presenting a 
certificate according to custom. "Whose 
name is this to your certificate ?" enquir- 
ed the man with the ladle. " Mr. , 

the tavern-keeper," said the woman. 
" We are required not to give out soup, 
unless the certificate is signed by some 
reputable person," said the other ; " and 
we don't consider grog-sellers as re- 
spectable citizens." The woman re- 
turned to the tavern-keeper, and told 
him what had been said, when he took 
the certificate to a neighbor for his sig- 
nature, complaining grievously that his 
own name was not sufficient to get a 
dish of soup for a poor woman. Men 
whose trade is to make people poor 
are seldom credited with honesty when 
they profess to feel for the sufferings of 
the poor. 



The Rumseller's Diary. 

I have long wished, says one, that 
some pious rumseller would keep a 
diary, to be published for the benefit 
of survivors after he had gone to settle 
accounts with his dead customers at the 
tribunal of his Judge. Perhaps it is no 
great matter, as it would be easy to in- 
vent one. It would commence thus : 
" A very respectable trade mine ; the 
Prime Minister and Chancellor of Ex- 
Chequer sleeping partners — shame on 
them, to run away with so much of the 
profit under the name of excise ! Male 
and female, clergy and laity, all influ- 
ential, my best customers ; they can say 
nothing against my trade while they en- 
courage it." 

Let us turn to another page : " Dec. 
26. Up early this morning to give 
morning drams to thirsty soakers, who 
had been powerfully refreshed, last 
night being Christmas. My son told 
me to-day that, in three hours, he 
heard two hundred blasphemies in 
our shop ; strange that people keep all 
their newly-coined oaths to swear them 
off in my shop. — Dec. 30. Lost two of 
my customers to-day ; one by delirium 
tremens, the other by a drunken fall ; 
a coroner's inquest was held on the 
first, and a verdict returned, ' Died by 
the visitation of God ' — the god Bacchus, 
I suppose. — Dec. 31. On this last day 
of the year, led to make a few reflec- 
tions—very odd that so many of my 
customers desert me for the work- 



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house and some for the mad-house ; 
wonder what will become of the poor 
fellow who went from my counter, and 
set fire to his neighbor's corn-stack ? 
Hope he won't go the same road as my 
old couple, poor creatures ! who cut 
the lodger's throat to sell his body for 
drink, for I would lose his custom. N. 
B. — Attended to-day the funerals of two 
good customers, who complained of a 
pain in the side — some say they died of 
a liver complaint. Cannot understand 
how my eldest son, only eighteen, who 
assists me in the shop, has become a 
drunkard, though I gave him good ad- 
vice not to drink spirits at all, except 
the least drop in the world. Very awk- 
ward that no medicine cures my eyes, 
so that I wear goggles. Joshua Mim, 
the Quaker, had the impudence to tell 
me, * If thee would wear thy goggles 
on thy mouth instead of thy eyes, 
thy eyes would get better ' ; while so 
many old customers are dying off, hap- 
py to see their places filled by sons and 
daughters, imitating their parents no- 
bly in supporting a trade countenanced 
by the best in the land, and licensed as 
honest and honorable by the wise laws 
of my country." 

I have done with the rumseller' s dia- 
ry, only observing that any representa- 
tion which even he could give of the 
destructive influence of his trade would 
be far below the truth, as he cannot lift 
the curtain from the place of the lost, 
and see the effects of his calling there ; 
as he cannot open our ears to the weep- 
ing and wailing of the pit of despair, to 
hear the drunkard crying, like Dives, 
" Father Abraham, have mercy upon 
me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip 
the tip of his finger in water, and cool 
my tongue, for I am tormented in this 
flame." 



The Rumseller and His Customers. 

A merchant in Vermont stated that, 
" after dealing in ardent spirits fourteen 
years, and examining his accounts and 
the effect of this traffic on his customers, 
he found that out of six hundred and 
forty-three customers two hundred and 
four had become drunkards and tip- 
plers ; a number had died suddenly ; 
one perished on his way home, on a 
cold winter evening ; twenty farms and 
mechanics' establishments had been 



sold, mortgaged, and deeded to sons ; 
and the merchant's own loss in bad 
debts, on account of intemperance, was 
about nine hundred and sixty dol- 
lars. Convinced that he was one among 
the number engaged in making drun- 
kards, he had abandoned the traffic, and 
for one year had kept wine and brandy 
to sell as medicine- only, but found he 
could do this no longer, as the drun- 
kard would send a boy to say, I want 
it for medicine, and then get tipsy." 



A Rumseller a Good Citizen, 

The Rev. John Chambers, of Phila- 
delphia, in his speech before the Ameri- 
can Union, said : 

" A dealer in liquor was tried for some 
crime, convicted, and sentenced by 
Judge Parsons. The next day a lawyer 
waited on the judge, and told him he 
could show him a defect in the proceed- 
ings, wherefore the man should be re- 
leased. * Oh ! ' said the judge, ' that 
matter's settled.' ' But,' said the law- 
yer, 'he is a worthy man.' ' A worthy 
man/ said the judge, ' and make drunk- 
ards ? ' ' But,' said the lawyer, * he is a 
good citizen.' ' A good citizen,' said the 
judge, ' and fill up our jails and alms- 
houses, cause men to commit murder 
and arson and every iniquity? That 
question's settled, sir, and the man must 
abide by the law.' The name of that 
judge was Parsons, and may God send 
us more such parsons as these ! " 



The Rumseller Cursed. 

It was thought by a good many that 
Nelly had lost her reason. She soon 
found out that Barney, her husband, got 
rum at our shop, and sure enough she 
brought her four little children, and, 
standing close to the shop-door, she 
cursed Uncle Zeik, and made them do 
so too. Whenever she met him in the 
road, she used to stop short, and say over 
a form she had* She made the chil- 

| dren obey her. When he'd gone by, 
they'd move their lips, though you could 

! not hear a word, and raise up their 
hands and eyes, just as their mother had 
taught them. When I thought these 
children were calling down the ven- 
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having made them fatherless, it fairly 
made my blood run cold. After the 
death of her husband she did not use to 
curse him, but she used to come and sit 
upon the horse-block before our shop, 
and sing : 

kl He dug a pit as deep as hell, 
And into it many a drunkard fell ; 
He dug the pit for sordid pelf, 
And into that pit he'll fall himself." 

Dr. Tilton said that Nelly was right, 
and that Uncle Zeik would fall into his 
own pit afore he died. — Sargent s Talcs, 



The Rumseller and His Victim. 

Ten thousand instances might be ad 
duced to show that the rumseller is un- 
merciful. We take the following from 
Mr. Hardin's report in the House of 
Representatives in Illinois. It was as 
follows : 

"A man dependent upon his daily 
exertions for his support would, on an 
idle winter day, go into a grocery, be- 
come intoxicated so that he could not 
walk, remain there until the grocery- 
keeper was about to shut up his shop 
for the night, and then he would be 
rolled out of the door by the very man 
who had sold him the liquor which in- 
toxicated him. When he was found in 
the morning, the frost had penetrated 
his system ; his feet and hands were 
frost-bitten ; his limbs were afflicted 
with rheumatism ; and, as a necessary 
consequence, he becomes a confirmed 
pauper, and is compelled to live on 
the pittance allowed him by the county 
or on the charity of the benevolent. 
This is no picture of fancy, and ex- 
amination will prove that the large 
majority of the cases of pauperism in 
Illinois, although they may not be so 
aggravated in their features, still will 
point to the enticements of a grocery 
as the cause of their inability to support 
themselves." 



I formed the habit which has ruined me 
for this world and the next, and when 1 
am dead and gone, my beggared wife and 
ruined children will remember you ! " It 
must have been like a thunderbolt, like 
an earthquake shock, to the rumseller. 
But that is not all. The Avenger of blood 
will remember him : " When he maketh 
inquisition for blood, he remembereth 
them : he forgetteth not the cry of the 
humble." 



The Rumseller Remembered. 

A rumseller once visited a victim of 
his murderous traffic on his death-bed, 
and inquired of him, "Do you know 
me ? " " Yes," said the dying man with 
startling emphasis, " I do remember 
you, and I remember your shop, where 



The Retailer and His Victim. 

If there be any man of principle — any 
lover of his fellow-men, who would sac- 
rifice his own interest to add to the hap- 
piness of others — now engaged in retail- 
ing intoxicating liquors to the erring 
part of the human family, under whose 
eye this humble sheet shall fall, let him 
be entreated to read with care the fol- 
lowing lines, which faithfully portray 
the death-bed scene of more than one 
drunkard ; and then, in his hours of 
serious meditation — for there are but 
fe\v y if any, engaged in this man-destroy- 
ing traffic who do not have hours, ay, 
days of serious reflection — let him ask 
himsell if in the trying moments of 
death, he can satisfy his conscience and 
his God that he has acted well his part 
on the stage of life, and is ready and 
prepared to meet beyond the grave, face 
to face, those whose custom had made 
him rich or given him support on earth 
by exchanging with him the avails of 
their hard labor for what has destroyed 
them and beggared their families ? 

THE RETAILER AND HIS VICTIM. 

The hand of death was on him. There 

he lay 
In utter agony, upon his bed 
Of straw ; his sunken eye, upturned 

and fixed 
On vacancy ; his mouth distended 

wide ; 
And gasping oft for breath, like a shot 

bird 
Beneath a noonday sun. His face — 

how wan ! 
While o'er it fleetly passed, like a black 

cloud 
Over a sterile waste, the darkling frown 
Of hopeless, deep despair. Around 

him stood 
His sobbing offspring — noisy in their 

woe : 



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And as their cries burst from each ach- 
ing heart, 
Their clamor seemed to shake the hovel's 

roof. 
Forsaken ones ! No mother had they 

there 
To hush them still in love. The dying 

man 
Had bid them all adieu. Plad cast 

them forth 
Upon the bleak, wide world, unguar- 

dianed heirs 
To a poor beggar's will — a drunkard's 

name. 

There entered one, with reckless step 
and look 

That boldly mocked this touching, har- 
rowing scene. 

He gazed, with tearless eye and blanch- 
less cheek, 

Upon the wreck which he himself had 
made ; 

Then, seizing on his victim's quivering 
hand, 

Which seemed instinctively to dread his 
touch, 

With saintly voice, but fiendish heart, 
he asked, 

" My neighbor, know'st thou me ? " Loud 
groans replied 

In tones of piercing sound. The suffer- 
er turned, 

And fixing on his visitor an eye 

That told unutterable things, he said : 

" Know you ! Alas ! alas ! too well I do. 

You ! who have stripped me of my earth- 
ly all ; 

Have beggared me and mine ; have 
made my life 

A hell on earth ; and now for me have 
oped 

The burning portals of a hell to come ! 

Look at this frame, so weak and hag- 
gard now ; 

Look at this hovel, squalid misery's 
den ; 

At those dear innocents, and list their 
sobs ; 

Then hence— and to the spot you call 
your home ; 

But, as you go, tread lightly o'er the 
grave 

Of my lost, murdered wife : when there, 
reflect 

That, but for knowing you, I now might 
have 

A frame as healthy and as strong as 
yours ; 

That the same hand you have now dared 
to touch, 



Might still have labored on to gather 

up 
The treasures of the soil, and cast them, 

grateful, 
In my partner's lap, a future store 
For yonder helpless orphans ; that this 

hut, 
Which charity to me has kindly loaned — 
That I might here be sheltered from the 

storm, 
And close my outcast days beneath a 

roof — 
By you has been exchanged for that 

which once 
Was mine — mine by the purchase of my 

daily toil. 
And now, begone ! my spirit loathes thy 

sight ; 
But stop — remember we must meet 

again ! 
Meet at the bar of Him whose searching 

ken 
Has marked you, every step. Till then, 

farewell." 
He ceased. His face was flushed ; and 

in his eye 
There shone a brightness not of earth, 

which passed, 
Like swift and fiery arrows, through the 

soul 
Of him who, trembling, listened. He 

had poured 
The scorching torrent of his curses out, 
Till it had dried the secret fount of life ; 
And thus, while burning in his fires — 

he died ! 

Charles W. Denison. 



Red Ourtains. 

In speaking of a clerical friend who 
possesses a very rubicund countenance, 
a gentleman said : " I don't think he 
drinks. I know that he doesn't, for he 
told me so ; but he probably sleeps in a 
bed with very red curtains." 



Rumsellers and Russians. 

The religion of the Russian is said to 
be more a matter of belief and ceremo- 
nial than of action. He will commit a 
robbery and forthwith proceed to church 
to cross and prostrate himself, and not 
improbably he will repeat the crime at 
the first opportunity. This seems very 
much like the religion of the rumseller. 
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tures all the week, and on Sunday take 
one of the highest seats in the syna- 
gogue, and go through all the outward 
forms of devotion as sanctimoniously as 
though he cared not a cent for any- 
body's soul except his own. 



Bed Eyes. 

A man whose eyes were very red 
asked a member of a temperance society 
to take some " bitters." He refused, 
saying: " If I should, my eyes would 
soon be as red as yours." 



Rum Slavery. 

"If you mean to live long," said a 
physician to his patient, " you must ab- 
stain from these spirituous liquors." A 
week had scarcely elapsed when they 
again met. "Well," asked the physi- 
cian, " have you attended to my advice ? " 
" I have indeed, doctor," was the reply, 
" and if I persevere, I certainly shall 
live longer than ever man existed upon 
earth. I have abstained for seven days, 
and they have been longer than any 
seven years of my life " This poor 
creature intended to be witty, but told a 
deplorable truth, i.e., that such had 
been the intellectual misery to which he 
had reduced himself, that, abstracted 
from his destroying habit, the tedium of 
a year was condensed into the space of 
a day. 



The Ruling Passion. 

A clergyman in Philadelphia stated 
to his people that a poor woman in 
Southwark lost her child. Her kind 
neighbors procured a decent coffin and 
shroud, and had the child prepared for 
interment, but soon after they left the 
house the mother removed the child 
from the coffin, disrobed it of its shroud, 
and then went out and pawned both 
articles for rum* 



Real Grit. 

A son of the Emerald Isle, on his arri- 
val in New York, met with an old 



acquaintance who invited him to take a 
glass of grog. Pat declined, and gave 
as a reason of his refusal that he had 
joined the temperance society in Cork 
before leaving Ireland. His friend said 
" that was of no consequence, as a 
pledge given in Ireland was not binding 
here." To this piece of left-handed mor- 
ality Patrick indignantly retorted : "Do 
ye suppose whin 1 brought me body to 
America I'd be aftfier laving me sowl in 
Ireland?" 



Religion and Rum. 

We know at least two churches in this 
city, says the editor of a New York 
paper, whose lower 
tling establishments, 
inscription over the 
rhymes : 



stories are bot- 
We suggest for 
doors the old 



" There's a spirit above, and a spirit below — 
A spirit of love and a spirit of woe : 
The spirit above is the spirit Divine, 
But the spirit below is the spirit of wine. ,, 



A Regular Practitioner. 

A member of a temperance society 
said he had finished his Rum e 'gate educa- 
tion in South Carolina, and was a regu- 
lar practitioner at the bar for fifteen 
years. 



The Rumseller's Wife. 

Upon a freezing winter's night, while 

raged without the storm, 
A lady sat and mused alone within her 

parlor warm ; 
A cheerful tire blazed on the hearth, 

she sat on cushioned seat, 
And carpet of the richest loom was 

underneath her feet ; 
For wealth was hers, and servants came 

and went at her command ; 
Yet sadly now she leaned her brow 

upon her jewelled hand. 

The anguish that was in her soul be- 
trayed itself in tears ; 

And thus she murmured low, " O 
Time ! give back my early years — 

Give back the days when I was free 
from all this splendid show, 

These outward signs of happiness 
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Oh ! give me poverty and peace, ' the 

life is more than meat/ 
For steeped in wretchedness is now the 

very bread I eat. 

" To feed and pamper me, to fill my 

home with warmth and light, 
How many hearths are desolate, and 

cold and dark to-night ; 
To make my infant's cradle soft, to 

guard his sunny head 
With tenderness, how many babes are 

ill-supplied with bread ; 
That I may be a rich man's wife, and 

costly garments wear, 
How many a worse than widowed one 

is bowed to-night with care, 
Whose very tears refuse to flow, the 

freshening fountain dry, 
Whose only hope of better days is 

anchored in the sky ; 

" That I may know luxurious ease, and 

rest on downy bed, 
How many a patient mother toils with 

weary hand and head ; 
And worse than all her poverty, than 

toil more hard to bear, 
She pines without his sympathy whose 

lot she still must share, 
And sighs to see the gilding worn away 

from love's bright chain, 
Till heavily its links now press upon a 

heart of pain ; 

" And, thinking o'er the hopes of youth 

that died so long ago, 
Works on in mute despair, and tells to 

none her tale of woe ; 
And yet, dejected one, thy fate I less 

deplore than mine- 
Better to pluck the poison fruit than 

plant the poison vine ; 
And he to whom my lot is bound the 

seed has broadcast sown, 
Whose harvest red of bleeding hearts 

the Reaper Death shall own." 

'Twas thus the gentle lady mused, on 

bitter thoughts intent, 
While plied the rumseller his trade till 

far the night was spent ; 
And when the foot-fall which she loved 

in former years to hear 
Came up the step, she shrank as jf a 

murderer drew near, 
And inly groaned, " God help the heart 

that trusts its peace for life 
To such as him — woe, woe is me, the 

Drunkard's Wife." E, D. 



Remedy for Drunkenness. 

A man went home so drunk one night 
that he had immediately to go to bed 
His wife was a strong woman, and she 
sewed him up in a blanket, then took a 
cowhide, and with all her strength com- 
menced beating the dust out of the 
blanket, and the rum out of her hus- 
band. Yells and screams came from 
the blanket, but had no effect till the 
husband was thoroughly sobered. The 
result was good : he never got drunk 
again. 



A Remarkable Man. 

At a temperance meeting recently 
held in Alabama, Col. Lahmanousky, 
who had been twenty-three years a 
soldier in the armies of Napoleon Bona- 
parte, addressed the meeting. He rose 
before the audience, tall, erect, and 
vigorous, with the glow of health in his 
face, and said : " You see before you a 
man seventy-nine years old. I have 
fought two hundred battles, have four- 
teen wounds on my body, have lived 
thirty days on horse-flesh, with the bark 
of trees for my bread, snow and ice for 
my drink, the canopy of heaven for my 
covering, without stockings or shoes on 
my feet, and with only a few rags for 
my clothing. In the deserts of Egypt 
I have marched for days with a burning 
sun upon my naked head, feet blistered 
in the scorching sand, and with eyes, 
nostrils, and mouth filled with dust, and 
with a thirst so tormenting that I have 
torn open the veins of my arms and 
sucked my own blood ! Do you ask 
how I could survive all these horrors ? 
I answer that, next to the kind provi- 
dence of God, I owe my preservation, 
my health and vigor, to this fact, that I 
never drank a drop of spirituous liquor in 
my life." And he continued, " Baron 
Larry, chief of the medical staff of the 
French army, has stated it as a fact that 
the six thousand survivors who safely 
returned from Egypt were all men who 
abstained from the use of ardent spirits." 



Results of Perseverance, 

Mr. Hunt, of North Carolina, said, at 
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or inventing modes to obtain it. In 
illustration, he said, a man in Orange 
County, North Carolina, came home 
with a keg of rum, but was immediately 
summoned to attend court as a juror, 
and he was greatly puzzled to know 
what to do with his rum, for his wife, 
being an intemperate woman, would 
find it, though he should hide it. He 
finally lashed a strap around it, and 
suspended it from a beam high above 
the good wife's reach ; she, being lame 
and infirm, was supposed unable to get 
at the rum. After he was gone, she 
placed the wash-tub underneath, and 
took a gun loaded with a bullet, held 
it underneath, and pulled the trigger ; 
the ball pierced the keg, and let down 
the contents into the tub. 



The Red-faced Lawyer. 

A lawyer, in one of the cities, having 
a very red face, which it was understood 
was not the effects of drinking skim 
milk, was told that he was not much 
of a lawyer. " Why, sir," said he, " I 
have been called the deepest red lawyer 
in the city." 



The Red-nosed Man and the Cheese. 

A rather red-nosed man walked into 
a store in the pleasant village of South- 
bridge, the other day, and enquired for 
cheese. " Walk into the other room 
and select one for yourself," replied the 
accommodating shop-keeper. The man 
passed on, selected his cheese, put it 
into his bag, returned into the front 
shop, and laid it on the counter. Some 
" cold water " men who were present, 
however, becoming rather suspicious, 
determined to know what kind of cheese 
the man kept. Accordingly, one of the 
men managed so to move the bag that it 
fell to the floor, when lo ! the cheese 
broke " all to smash " ; the glass rattled, 
the red-nosed man looked white, the 
white shop-keeper looked red, and both 
looked blue. The cold water men 
looked on for a moment to witness 
their confusion, and then departed, 
leaving the cheese-dealer and his cus- 
tomer " alone in their glory." 

We would advise those who patron- 
ize this cheese-shop in future to take 
something better than a glass bottle to 
get their cheese in. — Dew Drop, 



The Modern Rumseller. 

PRO. 

! Has a license to sell rum. 

! A legal right to sell rum. 

I Never intends to make a drunkard. 

J Minds his own business. 

! Is up early and late. 

I Eats the bread of carefulness. 

I Never tempts beyond what men are able 

to bear. 
j Looks well to his mortgages. 
I Clothes well his wife and children. 
i Rides in a handsome carriage to church. 
; Supports the gospel. 
j Gives occasionally to the poor. 
j Is grieved at the death of a drunkard. 

Pleads the good character of rumsellers 
of former days. 

Approves of moral suasion. 

Expects to be saved. 

CON. 

Sells rum against the clearest light and 
dictates of his own conscience and 
remonstrances of four-fifths of his 
neighborhood and entreaties of bro- 
ken-hearted wives and famished chil- 
dren. 
Makes paupers and criminals. 
Makes drunkards of the young. 
Spreads a snare and trap for the re- 
formed. 
Hates the temperance reformation. 
Rejoices in the downfall of a reformed 

drunkard. 
! Denies moral obligation. 
i Calls legal action persecution. 
j Drives on through tears, and groans, 
j and blood. 

I Is troubled at a murder in his shop, but 
! drives on. 
! Is haunted by dreams and visions of 

woe, but drives on. 
\ Sees blood on his casks, and demons 
around his shop, but drives on. 
Hogshead after hogshead comes into his 
shop, and there are streams of poison 
spreading all around, and there is woe 
and strife, and babblings and deaths, 
but he heeds them not ; he is bound 
by a spell, and let what will come, he 
sells rum. 



A Mark upon the Rumseller. 

" A mark should be set upon him." 
, Ay, that is it !— a mark ! He should be 
I known in his true character of mercen- 
1 ary poisoner. Honest men should shun 



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him, aid never visit his slaughter-house 
01 souls ! 

When he goes into the street let every 
honorable man and woman avoid him 
as a walking pestilence. Let children 
reflect " There goes a rumseller." " There 
is the man who, for three cents, will sell 
poverty, crime, and death ! " " There is 
the man who murdered my father i " 
" There is the man who broke my poor 
mother's heart!" "That monster re- 
ceived my mother's last bed in pawn for 
rum ! " " That man made a brute of my 
fair-haired brother ! " " But for that rob- 
ber I should have a home ! " " Let him 
wear the livery of his master the devil ! " 
" Drive him into his den ! " " There's 
blood upon his fingers ! " 



Tho Rumseller and the Devil. 

The following imaginary conversation 
between the rumseller and the devil 
appeared in the Christian at Work, and 
as it is too good to be lost, we give it a 
permanent place. 

"THE RUMSELLER' S PROPOSAL TO THE 
DEVIL. 

" Dear Sir: I have opened apart- 
ments, fitted up with all the entice- 
ments of luxury, for the sale of rum, 
brandy, gin, wine, beer, and all their 
compounds. Our objects, though dif- 
ferent, can be best attained by united 
action. I therefore propose a copart- 
nership. All I want of men is their 
money. All the rest shall be yours. 

" Bring me the industrious, the sober, 
the respectable, and I will return them 
to you drunkards, paupers, and beggars. 

" Pring me the child, and I will dash 
to earth the dearest hopes of the father 
and mother. 

" Bring rne the father and the mother, 
and I will plant discord between them, 
and make them a curse and a reproach 
to their children. 

"Bring me the young man, and I will 
ruin his character, destroy his health, 
shorten his life, and blot out the highest 
and purest hopes of youth. 

"Bring me the mechanic or the la- 
borer, and his own money — the hard- 
earned fruits of his toil — shall be made 
to plant poverty, vice, and ignorance in 
his once happy home. 

" Bring me the warm-hearted sailor, 
and I will send him on a lec-shcre, and 



make ship-wreck of all his fond hope? 
for evermore. 

" Bring me the professed follower 
of Christ, and I will blight and wither 
every devotional feeling of the heart. 
I will corrupt the ministers of religion, 
and defile the purity of the Church. 

"Bring me the patronage of the city 
and of the courts of justice— let the mag- 
istrates of the State and the Union be- 
come my patrons — let the law-makers 
themselves meet at my table, and par- 
ticipate in violation of law, and the 
name of law shall become a hissing 
and a by-word in the streets. 

" Bring me, above all, the moral, re- 
spectable man — if possible, bring the 
moderate temperance man; though he 
may not drink, yet his presence will 
countenance the pretexts under which 
our business must be masked — bring 
him to our stores, oyster-saloons, eat- 
ing-houses, and hotels, and the more 
timid of our victims will then enter 
without alarm. Yours faithfully, 

" Rumseller." 

" REPLY. 

" My Dear Brother : I address )^ou 
by this endearing appellation, because 
of the congeniality of our spirits, and 
of the great work we are both engaged 
in — the work of destruction. I most 
cordially accept your proposals. For 
five thousand years I sought in vain for 
a man so fully after my own heart to do 
my work among men. I even ran- 
sacked the lowest depths of hell for a 
devil who could and would do for me 
the whole work of destruction. But lit- 
tle success attended their efforts. My 
minions always made some mistake, or 
too soon showed the cloven foot. I 
sent out the demon Murder and he 
slew a few thousands, most generally 
the helpless and innocent. Men turned 
away with loathing from him, and his 
mission was comparatively a failure. 

" I bade my servant Lust go forth. 
He led innocent youths and beautiful 
maidens in chains — destroying virtue, 
wrecking happiness, blasting charac- 
ters, and causing untimely deaths and 
dishonored graves. But even then 
many of his victims escaped through the 
power of God, my enemy. 

" I sent out Avarice, and in his golden 
chains some were bound ; but men 
learned to hate him for his meanness, 
and comparatively few fell by him. 

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War, went forth, and Famine stole be- 
hind them ; but these three indiscrim- 
inately slew the old and young, men, 
women, and children — the good as well 
as the bad — and heaven received as 
many accessions as hell. 

" In sadness my Satanic heart mourned 
over the probable loss of my crown and 
kingdom, as I contemplated the tre- 
mendous strides which the Gospel of 
Jesus was making in saving men from 
my clutches. But when I received 
your kind letter, I shouted till the wel- 
kin of hell echoed the shout, ' Eureka ! 
Eureka ! I have found it ! I have 
found it.' Yes, my dear friend, I could 
have embraced you a thousand times, 
and I have given orders to reserve for 
you a place nearest my person, the 
most honorable seat in my kingdom. In 
you are combined all the qualifications 
of just such a friend and partner as I 
have long wished for, and in your busi- 
ness are all the elements of success. 
Now shall my throne be forever estab- 
lished. Only carry out your designs, 
and you shall have money, though it be 
wrung from the broken hearts of help- 
less women, and from the mouths of in- 
nocent, perishing children. Though 
you fill the jails, work-houses, and poor- 
houses, though you crowd the insane 
asylums, though you make murder, in- 
cest, and arson to abound, and erect 
scaffolds and gallows in every village, 
town, and city, you shall have money. 
I will also harden your heart, so that 
your conscience will never trouble you. 
You shall look upon blood, and even 
shed it, without shame or anguish. 
You shall think yourself a gentleman, 
though men and women, your victims, 
shall call you demon. You shall be 
devoid of the fear of God, the horrors of 
the grave, and the solemnities of eter- 
nity, and when you come to me, your 
works shall produce you a reward for 
ever. All I claim is the souls of the 
victims. Yours, to the very last, 

" DlABOLUS." 



Ruling Passion Strong in Trouble. 

The following advertisement appear- 
ed in the London Ti??ies : "J ane > your 
absence will ruin all. Think of your 
husband — your parents — your children. 
Return — return — all may be well — hap- 
py. At any rate, enclose the key of the 
cupboard where the gin is." 



The Rash Young Man. 

At a camp-meeting in the West an 
attempt was made to remove a young 
man from the camp-ground who had 
become turbulent from intoxication. 
He swore he would do as he pleased, 
and that he had " money enough in his 
pocket to buy hell." At lengch he 
mounted his horse, as fractious as him- 
self, and putting spurs to the animal, 
it became frightened and ran away, and 
his brains were dashed out against a tree 
before he had rode fifty yards from the 
preacher's stand. The sum of money 
found in his pocket was less than fifty 
cents ; but that was sufficient, if ex- 
pended for whiskey, as a beverage, to 
entitle him, at least, to a home in that 
hel] which he vauntingly felt himself 
rich enough to purchase. 



Ralph the Soldier. 

We copy the following interesting 
sketch of his life from the British Tem- 
perance Recorder : t 

"His father lived on a farm which 
was well stocked for him by his pa- 
rent, but who soon converted it into 
strong drink. Driven from the farm, 
he became a book-keeper in Manches- 
ter, where Ralph was born in 1797. 
The only education he had was at a 
Sabbath-school, his father being unable 
to pay both the publican and the school- 
master. At the age of thirteen, going 
oft in quest of his parent to the ale- 
house, he became a public-house singer 
and a drunkard. 

<l At fifteen he enlisted as a soldier, 
when he became increasingly dissi- 
pated, and continued so until the age of 
twenty-six. When in Edinburgh, con- 
fined in the barracks for drunkenness, 
he read a book which was lent to him, 
entitled ' The Travels of True Godli- 
ness,' which was the means of awaken- 
ing him to his state as a sinner, with a 
deep conviction of his lost and undone 
state. He afterwards attended a sermon 
in the Wesleyan Chapel by Dr. Beau- 
mont, when this conviction was more 
strongly felt, and in agony of mind he 
left the chapel, and retiring alone into 
a small class-room, he poured out his 
spirit in prayer to God, and there re- 
ceived a sense of pardoning mercy for 
his past transgressions. From that time 
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regiment, going round the barracks 
with the tracts, and endeavoring to 
check sin whenever he heard or saw it 
in his comrades. He was greatly per- 
secuted at first, and having been a 
leader in the service of Satan, and up to 
all sorts of public-house games and 
songs, his companions were loath to 
lose him. Had there been a teetotal so- 
ciety at that time, he, in all probability, 
had been spared stepping on that 
glassy sea of moderation which en- 
gulfs so many of its promoters ; he 
now dreaded the idea of going to a 
public-house, but kept a little whiskey 
in his regimental box, which married 
men are allowed. This whiskey he used 
occasionally to keep out cold, a drop 
of the good creature of God, as it was 
then esteemed. 

" Ralph being very active in the Wes- 
leyan church to which he had attached 
himself, was often invited to the houses 
of religious professors, who brought 
forth the intoxicating draught from mis- 
taken kindness, until the old serpent, 
which had been coiled up by prayer, 
began to uncoil himself again, crying, 
give, give. As the intoxicating liquor 
went in, zeal for religion went out, and 
he became a backslider. At the end of 
about sixteen months, when, having 
been overtaken by a storm one drench- 
ing night from Leeds to York, the ser- 
vants of the inn having often been well 
paid by him in the capacity of officer's 
servant, offered him a tumbler of brandy, 
he supposing it to have been brandy 
and water. This was on Christmas 
eve, when there was a general 'jollifi- 
cation ' in the house. Ralph was so 
elevated by this glass that he was 
pressed and tempted to take another, 
and on going up stairs to bed seized 
the banister to avoid a fall. On reach- 
ing the bedroom he fell on his knees 
for prayer; but without being able to 
give utterance to a word he tumbled 
into bed. Next morning his thirst was 
so great that when, on coming down 
stairs, the hostler offered him a glass 
of punch, he could not refrain. From 
this time his craving for strong drink 
became as intense as ever, and for ten 
years he was ten times worse than be- 
fore, although his religious comrades in 
the regiment often spoke kindly and 
advised his return. 

11 Ralph had many wonderful escapes 
for his life during this ten years. Once 
on the line of march, after drinking and 



quoit-playing all day, he retired drunk 
to bed, and took poison to end his 
days. He lay on the bed in a dreadful 
condition, but was providentially re- 
covered. At Hamilton, in Scotland, 
after drinking a bottle of double strong 
Highland whiskey and thirteen glasses 
of common whiskey at the canteen, he 
fell into a filthy muck-bin, and was 
nearly smothered. On another occa- 
sion, after card playing all the evening, 
his companions left him so tipsy as to 
be unable to reach home, when the 
landlord bundled him out neck and 
heels, and he laid until day-break with 
his feet on one side and his head on 
the other side of a drain, the water 
passing over his body all night. One 
evening, when drunk, he purposely 
placed his head between the heels of a 
vicious horse, who kicked him with 
such violence as to cast him across the 
stable to the wall, but without doing 
him material injury. At another time, 
when in the barracks at Clonmel, there 
was a flood which washed through the 
yard with such force as to make a hole at 
the lower gates, of many feet deep ; 
the rain flooded the houses adjoining, 
and set things swimming in the cellars. 
On this occasion Ralph, half tipsy, 
sallied out to see what liquor he could 
pick up, and fell into the deep ravine 
made at the barrack-gate. He scram- 
bled out over the corpse of a man who 
had fallen in, in like manner, obtained 
more strong drink, and returned, falling 
again into the same hole, when he was 
extricated by two policemen, when life 
had so far ebbed on his reaching the 
surface that it was with great difficulty, 
by the application of hot irons to his 
feet, he was recovered. With these 
wonderful preservations he continued 
repenting and sinning, and wishing for 
a discharge, thinking he should then 
amend his life. 

" There is one incident here worth 
relating; it shows the kindness of his 
wife, to whom he had been married in 
his twenty-fourth year. Ralph had 
been out on a spree, and was so drunk 
that he could not walk home, and in 
that state in which punishment would 
have awaited him had his state been 
known on passing the guard. His 
good wife borrowed a regimental bar- 
row for the purpose of going out for 
some coals, which married soldiers pur- 
chase out of the barracks if they require 
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the barrow, went for Ralph, put him 
into the barrow, and covered the sack 
over him with a few lumps of coals on 
the top, so as to conceal her poor hus- 
band, whom she safety deposited in his 
lodgings undiscovered. 

" He was discharged in 1833, at his 
own request, and retired to Manchester 
with his wife and one child, having lost 
several children through strong drink — 
a little boy at two years and five months 
old by gin-drinking, which the men in 
the canteen had given to him, being 
pleased with him as an engaging child — 
a little girl put into a coal-hoie by a 
drunken woman, when left under her 
charge ; the child was terrified, the brain 
was affected, and she never ceased to 
scream from the time she was taken 
out until she died — and through the sad 
effects of Ralph's treatment to a good 
wife, they had several still-born children. 

4< On quitting the army, Ralph com- 
menced serving the soldiers in the foot 
and cavalry barracks at Manchester 
with articles for cleaning their accou- 
trements, and could by this means have 
made a good living but for strong drink ; 
but having on leaving the regiment lost 
all military control, he stopped out 
whole nights at card-playing and drink- 
ing, until the cholera broke out, when 
he was forbidden by the doctors to enter 
the barrack-ground ; for from his grog- 
blossom nose and face they thought 
him a likely subject to introduce the 
disease, it being known to attack first 
the most besotted. He then made ap- 
plication to a cotton-spinner, who hired 
him as a groom, but strong drink dis- 
possessed him of his situation, and he 
was brought by sheer poverty to make 
application to the parish officers for 
relief, and to accept of the office, for a 
month, of a common scavenger, at 10s. 
a week, of which a portion went to the 
publican. 

4< At the end of this time he observed 
a handbill announcing a temperance 
meeting. He was then so debilitated 
m body that he was hardly able to get 
up the stairs into St. Paul's School- 
room. He was troubled with asthma, 
rheumatism, red and inflamed eyes, 
gravel, and scurvy ; his coat out at the 
elbows, trowsers out at the knees, his 
Wellington boots turned into clogs, his 
best clothes, with his wife's and chil- 
dren's, in the landlord's store-room — 
the three balls. He was living in a 
back room in St. George's Road ; his 



bed was a cotton bag filled with straw, 
his table cost is. 6d., the bedstead cost 
3s. 6d. ; chairs he had none. This was 
his awful state on entering the meeting. 
As soon as the speeches were ended he 
went forward, and, after writing his 
name in the best manner he could to 
the pledge, for his hand shook as if he 
had had a paralytic stroke, he said, 
1 God help me to keep it !' and often on 
his way home, cried, ' Lord, help me to 
keep from this cursed drink !' 

" When he told his partner what he 
had done, she was ready to think he 
was only making another of his incon- 
siderate promises ; but when he said, 
' Let us kneel down, and pray to the 
Lord to help me to keep sober,' she 
readily went to prayer with him, and he 
remarks, * I have reason to be thankful 
I did so, for I have found it the best 
helper in time of need.' His wife told 
him to put her name down at the next 
meeting ; he did so, and she has been 
a good help to him ever since. Having 
a little one at the breast, five weeks old, 
and thinking it might injure her to give 
it up altogether, he told her she might 
be a member, and take a little ale or 
porter; it being at the time when the 
moderation pledge of the old tempe- 
rance societ)^ was in practice. She said 
she should not have any, except he had 
some too. He said, although he might 
take a little, and not violate his pledge, 
yet he had promised the Lord not to 
drink any more. She said she thought 
he was doing wrong to give it up all at 
once, after using himself to it so long ; 
and she was afraid he should die if he 
did not take a little. She did not want 
him to go to the public-house, but she 
would go for a pint and some bread 
and cheese, as he had been working 
hard ; she knew it would do him good. 
He said, ' Mary, I have made up my 
mind to have no more to do with it ; 
thou knowest it has been n^besetment 
these last ten years ; I have been a 
backslider and a drunkard, and ten 
years before that I was a drunkard ; if I 
die, I will die sober.' She said, ' Well, 
then, if you can do without, I can.' She 
put the jug up and went and bought a 
steak for me. ' From this night,' he 
remarks, ' we took off the malt tax. My 
wife began to buy her barley in its shell- 
ed state, and steep it in our cistern, and 
then cook it either in broth or milk, and 
I began to trade in different articles, 
and attended to my business.' 



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" Ralph became an advocate of tem- 
perance, and was often engaged in the 
neighboring towns and villages in giv- 
ing his experience, and inviting the 
drunkard to abandon strong drink. 
He was soon appointed as the senior 
of the first two agents engaged in the 
British association for advocating teeto- 
talism. He has ever since been employ- 
ed with acceptance in the cause. His 
labors in the barracks by public lectures, 
but more often by private interviews in 
the barrack-rooms, have been greatly 
blessed, particularly in the 17th Lan- 
cers, in which regiment he proselyted 
several who have much distinguished 
themselves in the temperance cause. 
In short, he has the honor of being the 
teetotal father of some of the most useful 
advocates. He has travelled for eight 
years through the greater part of the 
United Kingdom, and has succeeded 
in inducing between twenty-five and 
thirty thousand to take the pledge of 
total abstinence. Ralph is a man will- 
ing to spend and be spent in a cause 
which he believes is a most important 
auxiliary to the promotion of the Gospel, 
and which has been the means under 
God of rescuing him from wretchedness 
and misery. His exertions have been 
abundantly owned from above in the 
reclamation of multitudes of abandon- 
ed ones, who are now as ornaments in 
civil and religious society." 



Hum and Missionaries. • 

At a temperance meeting held in 
Boston the following resolution was 
passed : 

"Resolved, That this meeting views 
with mingled feelings of pity and indig- 
nation the shipping of the means of in- 
toxication to any part of the world, and 
more so where the ignorant and uncivil- 
ized inhabitants are unacquainted with 
its terrible eiiects, in making all who 
use it the victims of sin, suffering, and 
despair — and in blasting all the efforts 
made, at great cost of time and money, 
to elevate and improve the human 
family." 

The language of the resolution, said 
Rev. J. Pierpont, shows that there *are 
two classes of men in the community — 
those who are led to establish mission- 
ary stations, and those who send intoxi- 
cating liquors to those stations. This 



shows two motives — one the love of 
men — that prompts to sending mission- 
aries — the other is the love of money, 
and that prompts to sending with the 
missionaries intoxicating liquors to for- 
eign lands. 

I would this goodly city were not to 
be affected by this resolution. I would 
it were otherwise ; for we are told that 
the very ship which carried out nine 
missionaries and five thousand two 
hundred gallons of New England rum, 
sailed from the port of Boston ; and 
these intoxicating liquors were manu- 
factured in Boston. Therefore, what is 
said in relation to producing these liquors 
must bear upon this goodly city of our 
habitation, in which no one lives who 
does not rejoice in this his destiny ; and 
it is not necessary for me to allude to 
the many good things this city has done, 
in extenuation of this. But it has been 
my fortune, in the providence of God, 
to be thrown into some of these very 
missionary stations to which this rum 
has gone. I have been in the port of 
Smyrna, where barrels of New England 
rum may be seen lying on the wharf, 
with the Boston stamp. There I also 
learned from a traveller, that he had 
seen it in casks on the backs of camels, 
in the great desert of Arabia. 

At Broosa, at the foot of Mount 
Olympus, a man may get drunk on New 
England rum for less money than in 
Boston. I learned another fact in 
Constantinople. I saw the late Sultan, 
who had under his absolute control an 
empire of ten millions. He sat upon 
the hills where sat the ancient Caesars. 
He died a drunkard, cut off in the 
vigor of manhood, by intoxication, the 
means of which were furnished by New 
England captains. The ingenuity of 
his priesthood had learned to draw a 
distinction between what had and had 
not been distilled. They gave his 
majesty to understand that the Koran, 
in forbidding the use of wine, could not 
therefore mean cognac brandy nor cham- 
pagne. He died of delirium tremens 
— all the injunctions of the Koran and 
the authority of the prophet to the con- 
trary notwithstanding ; and New Eng- 
land rum and American captains fur- 
nished the means of intoxication. He 
paid them most liberally for cognac 
brandy, of the highest quality, for his 
imperial highness could not brook any- 
thing of an inferior sort. 

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stood the first Constantine, the first 
Christian emperor. With the keen eyes 
of a great man, he saw that the banks of 
the Tiber were not to be the seat of com- 
merce — commercial enterprise could 
not prosper on the banks of the Tiber as 
in the Bosporus , and therefore he trans- 
ferred the seat of his empire from Rome 
to Constantinople. When he first pro- 
fessed himself a disciple of the meek 
and lowly Jesus, it was a cause of 
graiulation throughout the Christian 
world. The world exulted, and they 
had good cause to exult. And why? 
Because, such is the nature of man, 
there is a great portion of the human 
family who will be influenced by au- 
thority, that will not be influenced by 
the reason of things. Sir, might not 
the man who addressed the conversa- 
tion, or wrote the book, which convert- 
ed the emperor Constantine, have been 
held as a benefactor of his race ? And 
it is on this principle that " he which 
converteth a sinner from the error of 
his ways, shall save a soul from death, 
and hide a multitude of sins." Mr. 
Chairman, is there not another side to 
this verse? If he that converteth a 
sinner from the error of his ways shall 
save a soul from death, what shall be 
said of those that turn aside the right- 
eous man from his path, and lead him 
into the ways of error, and transgres- 
sion, and death? What has New Eng- 
land done to the head of the Turkish 
empire ? The very man, perhaps, who 
carried out missionaries to convert his 
subjects, carried out the means of in- 
toxication to convert him into a drunk- 
ard, and give the authority of his exam- 
ple to ten millions of the human race. 
And who have done this ? Our own 
fellow-citizens. Do you believe the au- 
thority of the Sultan will not be follow- 
ed by his subjects? We know too well 
the effect of our President's example, to 
believe this. Will that of the Sultan 
of Constantinople be less ? Let any 
man sit in the President's chair, and be 
openly guilty of any sin named in the 
decalogue, and I ask if he would not 
have to build up around ramparts to 
prevent the people from following his 
example? 

Sir, it is known in those nations from 
which shore this pestilence comes, — ay, 
and among sober Mohammedans, they 
know on whom to charge the desolation 
created by it Shall we make this 
goodly land ot ours any longer to go 



up as such a stench in the nostrils of 
the nations ? It will cease to be done, 
to some extent, when the vocation 
ceases to be regarded as honorable be- 
cause profitable. 

When the track of the serpent with 
his slimy folds is seen over the piles 
of gold, follow it with your execrations, 
because, in heaping up these piles of 
gold, the love of man had no share. 
But, when we say these hard things 
against these men, are we not doing some- 
thing to bring their vocation into dis- 
grace? Yes, I am; and I do it with 
this express purpose. When man shall 
have made this business as infamous as 
God has made it wrong, the nations of 
the earth will have less cause to com- 
plain of our own. I ask you to paint 
in your imagination that vessel, sailing 
up the port of Smyrna, having nine 
missionaries, taking their lives in 
their hands, to convert the people to 
Christianity ; and the same vessel car- 
rying five thousand gallons of New 
England rum, to convert sober Moham- 
medans into drunken Mohammedans 
— or the still greater absurdity of drunk- 
en Christians. 



Oool Retort. 

Henderson the actor was seldom 
known to be in a passion. When at 
Oxford, he was one day debating with a 
fellow-student, who, not keeping his 
temper, threw a glass of wine in the 
actor's face ; when Henderson took out 
his handkerchief, wiped his face, and 
coolly said, " That, sir, was a digression ; 
now for the argument." 



Rumseller's Prayer. 

The following is an extract from a 
Sandwich Island paper : 

" O Lord ! I thank thee for past pros- 
perity in my business ; that I have been 
able to sell a large quantity of intoxicat- 
ing liquor to my neighbors ; and al- 
though I am well aware that these liquors 
have done them no good, but, on the 
contrary, have made many of them drunk 
and abusive to their families, yet I have 
made a handsome profit on the sales, 
that has enabled me to launch forth a 
little into the whaling business, for 
which, O Lord ! I thank thee. 



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" I thank thee, O Lord ! for the preser- 
vation of myself and family in peace and 
quietness during the past night. True, 
I sent several of my neighbors home 
drunk at a late hour last night, who 
probably disturbed the peace and quiet- 
ness of their families, making them weep 
bitter tears till morning ; but we made a 
fair profit on the liquors we sold them, 
and rested well all night, for which we 
thank thee, O Lord ! 

" And now, Lord, send us thy blessings 
this day, pardon all our sins, and especi- 
ally that of putting the bottle to our 
neighbor's mouth. O Lord ! we propose 
doing the same thing again this dav- 
Send us, therefore, many customers, 
moderate and fashionable wine-drink- 
ers, as we keep constantly on hand vari- 
ous kinds of the best family wines, but 
especially send those poor degraded 
slaves to their appetites, who will part 
with their last cent for liquors ; for al- 
though we are aware that it is fast bring- 
ing them to a drunkard's grave, and 
their families to the poor-house, yet, O 
Lord ! we want what little money they 
have left, to educate our family and to 
raise our children to respectability in the 
world ; and when they have no more 
money left, we thank thee that there is a 
poor-houSe to which they may go and 
be supported out of the taxes raised from 
the honest and industrious part of the 
community; we thank thee that we have 
a faithful police to take them to the house 
of correction, when they get so drunk 
that they are not able to get home to 
their families that they may there sober 
off. 

" Lord, thou knowest I never give the 
drunkard liquor when I think he has 
got no more money; I then advise him 
not to drink too much, and send him 
home to his wretched family penniless 
and drunk. Amen I" 



Rum and Ruin, 

The Boston Post gives the following 
thrilling account of the sentence of 
Hunnewell : 

" In the Supreme Court at East Cam- 
bridge, George Hunnewell, convicted 
of burning his mother's house, was 
brought in for sentence. When asked 
II he had anything to say why sen- 
tence should not be passed upon 
him, he remained mute, pressed his 



hands upon the rail of the dock, sat down 
and rested his head on his hands in such 
a manner as to conceal entirely his face. 
Chief-Justice Shaw then addressed him 
upon the terrible circumstances of his 
crime, and the most infinite depravity of 
mind and heart which it indicated. He 
had made the most cruel and dastardly 
attacks upon his mother's honor and 
peace. He had so long kept her in such 
a state of alarm by his threats and vio- 
lence that she was, distressing as it must 
have been to a mother's feelings, com- 
pelled to procure his restraint by impri- 
sonment, and his conduct when restored 
to liberty proved that her fears were but 
too well founded. After familiarizing his 
mind with the atrocious idea, he had car- 
ried into execution his cherished and 
most unhappy and malevolent revenge. 
The crowning act of his guilt was the 
destruction by fire of his sick and help- 
less brother. That feeble and harmless 
brother was sacrificed to his malice, and 
his death was, under the circumstances, 
murder. 

" Referring to the prisoner's intempe- 
rate habits, his honor expressed a hope 
that the awful fate which it had brought 
upon the prisoner would serve as a warn- 
ing to others to shun that detestable and 
debasing vice, the habit of excessive in- 
dulgence in intoxicating drinks ; and if 
any who heard him were inclined that 
way, he hoped they would seek to regain 
the path of sobriety, which is the only 
path of safety and peace. Then address- 
ing the prisoner again, he implored him 
to employ the short time alloted to him 
on earth in seeking the mercy of God, by 
sincere repentance, and earnest and per- 
severing prayer for repentance. He then 
pronounced the sentence, that for the 
crime of arson in the night time he be 
hung by the neck till dead, at such time 
as the executive department of the gov- 
ernment shall appoint. Not a motion 
was observable in Hunnewell's frame 
until the words 'hanged by the neck' 
were slowly but emphatically uttered by 
the chief-justice, and then the heaving 
of his shoulders indicated strong con- 
vulsive action. lie did not raise his 
head till the officer touched him. He 
then rose with a quick motion, spoke 
not a word, hurriedly put on his cap. 
and almost rushed out of the court-room 
with the officers. When he got into the 
street he gave vent to his pent-up rage 
in the most dreadful oaths and impreca- 
tions against the judges, his family, man- 



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kind, and the Almighty; and after he 
was returned to his cell he continued to 
inveigh and blaspheme in the same aw- 
ful strain." 



The Sailor and his Mother's Bracelet. 

A few mornings since a sailor came 
to me, awhile after breakfast, and said : 
" Sir, I am convinced, that unless I 
sign and keep the pledge, I shall be 
for ever lost. I wish to sign it now." 
M That you shall soon do," said I. When 
it was completed, he looked at me, and 
said : " Sir, I wish to borrow a dollar. 
I want it to redeem a bracelet my moth- 
er gave me. It has never been out of 
my possession since I received it from 
her, with her parting blessing, until 
yesterday, and then I basely pawned it. 
Let me redeem it, I beseech you ! I 
would not, for worlds, pass another 
night without it ! Sleep was last night 
a stranger to my eyes, and slumber to 
my eyelids ! But now that I have sign- 
ed the pledge, I trust I am safe. I shall 
endeavor to lead a new life." 

He obtained his mother's bracelet ; 
and I trust he will ever wear it near 
his heart, as a memento of the vow he 
made when his soul was in trouble, and 
when his sin had found him out. 



Lucius Manlius Sargent. 

Lucius Manlius Sargent is a name im- 
mortal in the annals of temperance. His 
tales of temperance are exquisitely beau- 
tiful. They have been read by thou- 
sands, and are everywhere admired, and 
have done much good. I wonder not 
that the late Dr. Marsh called him the 
" Scott of Temperance," and dedicated 
his autobiography to him. Alas ! Mr. 
Sargent soon followed him. 



THE BLACKSMITH AND HIS 
WIFE. 



DRUNKEN 



In order to show the folly of moral 
suasion for the suppression of intempe- 
rance, Mr. Sargent related these two 
anecdotes. They both occurred in 
Boston : 

" Out of ten thousand examples, I 
will offer two simple illustrations of 
the case in hand, both having occurred 
within this city. A blacksmith has a 



drunken wife. He enquires if nothing 
can be done to put an end to the evils 
of intemperance. He is told that much 
has been done. ' Nothing,' he replies, 
* to meet my case. My wife will neither 
hear a lecture, nor read a temperance 
story, nor sign the pledge. She pawns 
my tools, and even her children's clothes 
for rum, which she buys of a church mem- 
ber, who, when 1 complain of his con- 
duct, and tell him how very wretched he 
makes my home, and beg of him to step 
over and look at my drunken wife and 
crying children, puts his hands upon 
my shoulder and bids me leave his 
store.' Now, my dear sir, there is no 
remedy for this but penal enactment. 
You see it. You feel it." 

SARGENT AND THE RUMSELLING DEACON. 

I will now set before you one of the 
most extraordinary examples of the 
paralyzing effects of the rum-traffic 
which has ever come to my knowledge. 
During the last month I called at the 
shop of a deacon in this city, and the 
following dialogue ensued between us : 
" Pray, deacon," said I, " do )^ou con- 
tinue to sell rum?" "Why yes, sir," 
he replied, " I sell a little." " I looked 
over your bills last evening," I continu- 
ed, "and I find I paid you more than 
$400 for grain the last year, and I have 
paid nearly that amount, annually, for 
several years. I must quit you, deacon, 
unless you give up the sale of spirit." 
11 Really, Mr. Sargent, I don't sell much. 
I should be very sorry to lose your cus- 
tom." " It is of no importance, deacon, 
how much or how little you sell. It is 
a scandal to the cause of religion to have 
deacons selling rum. I had rather ten- 
common persons should sell it than one 
deacon. You have confessed to me 
that your clergyman disapproves of 
your conduct, and has talked with you 
upon the subject." ** Why, Mr. Sargent, 
it would be a great loss to me to give it 
up ; my grain customers would go to 
other stores, and — " " Deacon I am as- 
tonished to hear you talk in this man- 
ner. I should have quitted you long 
ago, but for the hope of prevailing upon 
you to give up this ugly business. We 
have talked upon this subject frequent- 
ly. I at one time supposed you would 
give it up, when poor Johnson died." 
" Well, I don't know as 'twgs ever 
proved he had his liquor at my shop." 
" No, deacon, it was never proved ex- 
cept by his dying declaration. Johnson 



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was not a veiy intemperate man ; he 
had money laid up in the savings-bank ; 
he was driving a load of manure into 
the country, and bought a bottle of gin 
at your shop. He drank till h£ was 
drunk, fell over the tongue of his wagon, 
in attempting to jump upon it, and was 
crushed beneath the wheels. This hap- 
pened within a few rods of my own re- 
sidence, at Roxbury. This poor fellow 
was removed to the poor-house, and 
died there a few days after !" " I 
really don't want to lose your custom, 
Mr. Sargent." "Well, deacon, I will 
not drive you to a decision in this sud- 
den manner. Think of it seriously, and I 
believe you will give it up. It is a hor- 
rible occupation for a deacon. I will 
call to learn your determination in a 
few days." 

At the end of three days I called again. 
The deacon came readily to the side of 
my chaise, as I drew up before his door, 
" Well, deacon," said I, " what is your 
decision ?" " Why, I've pretty much 
made up my mind to give that up." 
44 Really, deacon," said I, " I am rejoic- 
ed." " O sir !'" cried the deacon, hastily 
interrupting me, " not the traffic, but my 
office in the church." 

Now, my dear sir, I will not enquire 
it you can devise any better means for 
the recovery of such as these, than penal 
enactments. You may as well attempt 
to stay the progress of the Mississippi 
with a bulrush, as to turn such indivi- 
duals as these from their traffic in brok- 
en constitutions and broken hearts, by 
moral suasion. 

sargent's ode 

The following ode, based on the pas- 
sage of Scripture following, was pre- 
pared by L. M. Sargent, Esq., the dis- 
tinguished author of the " Temperance 
Tales," at the request of the Council of 
the Massachusetts Temperance Society 
101 their simultaneous temperance meet- 
ing ; but being more comprehensive 
than their pledge, it was not used ; and 
as it has been placed by a friend at our 
disposal, we cheerfully give it place. 

' l Thou shalt speak unto them this 
word : Thus saith the Lord God of 
Israel, Every bottle shall be filled with 
wine : and they shall say unto thee, Do 
we not certainly know that every 
bottle shall be filled with wine ? Thou 
shalt say unto them, Thus saith the Lord, 
Behold, I will fill all the inhabitants of 
this land, even the kings that sit upon 



David's throne, and the priests, and the 
prophets, and all the inhabitants of 
Jerusalem, with drunkenness. And 1 
will dash them one against another, even 
the fathers and the sons together, saith 
the Lord : I will not pity, nor spare, nor 
have mercy, but destroy them." — Jere- 
miah xiii. 12-14. 

When Israel's God in his anger had 
spoken, 
The prophet prefigured the curse that 
he willed : 
It was not that life's golden bowl should 
be broken, 
But every bottle with wine should he 
filled. 

The priest at the altar, besotted and 
dn nken, 
Was wrapped in the vengeance that 
heaven had hurled ; 
Kings, prophets, and patriarchs drank, 
and were drunken 
The grape's purest juice was the curse 
of the world. 

Their bottles were filled with the nectar 
that gladdens 
The heart — which the patriarch drew 
from the vine ; 
And not with that tincture of ruin that 
maddens ; 
God's vials of wrath were their bottles 
of wine ! 

Avert, God of mercy, that sorrow and 
sadness 
That broke the fond hearts of Jerusa- 
lem then ; 
Permit not the spirit of murder and 
madness 
To move with the form and the fea- 
tures of men ! 

Oh ! let us not torture the treasures of 
heaven 
To find where the secret of misery 
lies — 
The stream as it ripples, the rock that 
is riven, 
The pure draught of nature for mortal 
supplies. 

The bonds of the bacchanal hence let us 
sever ; 
The draught that bewilders the reason 
resign ; 
The type of the prophet be cherished for 
ever — 
God's vials of wrath were their bottles 
of wine ! 



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Doctor Thomas Sewall. 

Doctor Sewall, of Washington City, 
was not only an able physician, a great 
temperance advocate, gifted with his 
pen as well as his tongue, but a philan- 
thropist and a Christian. His name in 
Washington City is like ointment poured 
forth. 

DOCTOR SEWALL AND THE SERIES OF 
DRAWINGS. 

Doctor Sewall did many things to pro- 
mote the temperance cause, but nothing 
that he ever did attracted more attention, 
both in Europe and America, than his 
series of drawings of the drunkard's 
stomach. They were first exhibited at 
Washington City, and they produced 
most intense interest. 

These drawings were taken with great 
care by Doctor Sewall after dissections, 
and exhibited : 

1. The human stomach in a state of 
health. 

2. The inner surface cf the stomach of 
the temperate drinker of intoxicating 
wines, or other alcoholic drinks. 

3. The confirmed drunkard's stomach. 

4. The drunkard's stomach in an ul- 
cerated state. 

5. The drunkard's stomach after a de- 
bauch. 

6. The drunkard's stomach in a can- 
cerous state. 

7. The drunkard's stomach after death 
by delirium tremens. 

Mr. E. C. Delavan, the philanthropist, 
gave to the public large drawings of Dr. 
Sewall's on a grand lithograph, nine 
times the size of a common stomach. 
They were extensively sold at ten dol- 
lars a set, and hung in public institu- 
tions and temperance halls, for the use 
of public lecturers. 

The plates accomplished a vast amount 
of good. It was the desire of General 
Scott that they might be furnished to 
every military post. Temperance lec- 
turers testified to their utility. One said 
that when all other appeals were in vain, 
when these pictures were exhibited 
cheeks turned pale and heads drooped. 
A drunkard looking at the plates, and 
particularly at the one representing the 
stomach after a debauch, said, " They 
look as I have often felt." A gentle- 
man after gazing at the pictures, said, 
" How can I drink, when I see the effects 
of this habit on the constitution ; and 
when I remember I must give an account ! 
to God for the manner in which I deal ' 



with my body as well as my soul. I will 
drink no more." 

These drawings are now being pub- 
lished by the National Temperance 
Society from the original engravings, 
and should be placed in all temperance 
halls and lecture-rooms throughout the 
land. 



Daniel H. Sands, the First Worthy 
Patriarch of the Sons of Tempe- 
rance. 

The Sons of Temperance are a noble 
order, and the good they have accom- 
plished is incalculable. Humble indeed 
was its origin, but mighty have been the 
results. The first Division was organ- 
ized at Teetotalers' Hall, 71 Division 
Street, New York, September 29, 1842. 

Sixteen were present — John W. Oli- 
ver, printer ; James Bale, die-sinker , 
George McKibben, bookbinder ; Ephra- 
im L. Snow, publisher of the Organ; 
Isaac J. Oliver, printer; J.M. McKellar, 
printer ; Thomas Swenarton, carpenter ; 
Daniel H. Sands, paper-maker ; William 
B. Tompkins, paper-hanger; Edward 
Brusie, painter; John K. Barr, painter; 
Thomas Edgerly, painter ; Joseph K. 
Barr, printer ; F. W. Wolfe, book-bind- 
er ; J. H. Elliott, ship painter; John 
Holman, tailor ; and Henry Lloyd, clerk 
— all of them Washingtonians, and work- 
ing-men. At their next meeting, Oc- 
tober 7, they elected their officers, and 
Daniel H. Sands was elected Patriarch, 
afterwards called Worthy Patriarch. He 
presided at the first meetings. 

He was the first Grand* Worthy Patri- 
arch, and the first Grand Division was 
formed at his house, No. 14 Forsyth 
Street, and many of its early meetings 
were held there. He also was the first 
Most Worthy Patriarch of the National 
Division. He presided, then, at the first 
Division, the first Grand Division, and 
the first National Division of the Sons 
of Temperance. As such, Mr. Sands 
holds such a relation to the Sons of 
Temperance as no other man ever did or 
ever can. 

Many illustrious names have been 
added since, but over all, written in ca- 
pital letters, is the name of Daniel H. 
Sands. 

Mr. Sands maintained his integrity 
until his final hour. He received from 
the National Division substantial tokens 



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of the high estimation in which he was 
held by the order, who regarded him as 
one of its principal founders. 

THE ANNIVERSARY. 

At the Tenth Anniversary of the Sons 
of Temperance, which was held in 
Greene Street M. E. Church, New York, 
there was one grand rally. The Hon. 
James Harper was President, and Dan- 
iel H. Sands was one of the Vice-Presi- 
dents, occupying a conspicuous place 
on the stage. I was introduced by the 
President, to deliver an address. 

In giving a history of the origin of 
the Order, I had to allude to Daniel H. 
Sands, the first Worthy Patriarch, and 
pointing to him said, " who is as pure 
a temperance man as the paper he sells 
is pure and white." 

THE ELECTION. 

Mr. Sands was an anti-slavery man 
when it cost something to be one, and 
one of the most consistent temperance 
men the world ever saw. He believed 
it was as much a man's duty to vote 
right as to pray right. He was wasting 
away with disease. He was very feeble ; 
there was no prospect of a recovery. 
I lived next door to him. He wished 
me to go with him to the polls. It was 
at the time they ran a temperance can- 
didate for governor. He took hold of 
my arm and walked slowly and trem- 
blingly along to the polls and voted. 
Turning to me he said, " Thank God ! 
I have deposited my last vote against' 
intemperance and slavery ; before the 
next election I shall be in Heaven." 
This he said with a tremulous voice 
and tearful eye, as he took my arm. 
We returned to his dwelling, from 
whence he went out no more till he was 
carried to his long home. This shows 
the man. It was a splendid example, 
worthy of imitation. The man who 
prays right will vote right. He will not 
pray cream and live skim-milk. 

For thirty-two years Mr. Sands had 
not omitted family prayer when he was 
able to attend to it. During his last sick- 
ness he frequently sent for me to pray 
with the family. He did so the morning 
he died. Said he, " Please read and 
pray with us once more." I read the 
23d Psalm, " The Lord is my shepherd ; 
I shall not want. . . . Though I 
walk through the valley of the shadow 
of death, I will fear no evil : for Thou 
art with me ; Thy rod and Thy staff they 
comfort me." 



He was then going through the valley 
of the shadow of death. His hands 
were cold, his feet wet with Jordan's 
water. I knelt down and commended 
the dying one to Him who is the " Re- 
surrection and the Life." 

He was anxious about his wife and 
children, till he thought and said, "I was 
left an orphan boy quite young, and the 
Lord has been a father to me, and he 
will take care of them." 

He exclaimed . 

" Oh ! what are all my sufferings here, 

If, Lord, thou count me meet 
With that enraptured host to appear, 

And worship at thy feet." 

THE RULING PASSION STRONG IN DEATH. 

The moment came when the hero of a 
hundred battles must fall by the hands 
of the last enemy. He bade his loved 
ones adieu, and just before he ceased to 
breathe, when they were taking the last 
pins out from his earthly tabernacle, 
and pointing upwards and looking 
towards the heavens, he said, " Thank 
God, Brother W T akeley, I shall soon be 
where intemperance and slavery never 
enter." A few minutes more, a few 
struggles more, and he heaved one 
long, deep-drawn sigh, and all was over, 
and the pure spirit of the first Worthy 
Patriarch of the Sons of Temperance 
was in Abraham's bosom. 

Daniel H. Sands did not separate 
temperance from religion, neither did he 
substitute it for it. He was not only a 
Son of Temperance, but a son of God, 
adopted into the divine family. He 
fell at his post covered with scars and 
loaded with honors. I closed his oyes 
and placed the muffler around his 
cheeks. I felt the place was sacred, 
the room was hallowed. 

11 Behold him in the eventide of life, 
A life well spent, whose earl}' care it was 
His riper years should not upbraid his green. 
By unperceived degrees he wears away ; 
Yet like the sun seems larger at his setting. 

Oh ! how he longs, 
To have his passport signed and be dismissed. 
'Tis done ! and now he's happy. The glad s< ul 
Has not a wish uncrowned." 

THE FUNERAL. 

It was largely attended, at the Forsyth 
Street M. E. Church, New York, of 
which I was then pastor, and I preached 
his funeral sermon, from "He was a 
good man." Never was there a more ap- 
propriate text. With one stroke of the 
divine pencil his portrait was painted, 
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a good anti-slavery man ; that he was 
a good temperance man ; that he was 
a good Christian man ; that he held 
the relation to the temperance cause 
no other man ever did or ever can ; that 
he was the first Worthy Patriarch of 
the Sons of Temperance. 

We laid the good man quietly to rest 
in the beautiful Cypress Hills Ceme- 
tery. 

THE SANDS MONUMENT. 

Mr. Sands long had a monument in 
the hearts of the Sons of Temperance 
all over the world. But his brethren 
concluded to erect one over his remains 
in Cypress Hills Cemetery. This was 
dedicated or inaugurated Wednesday, 
May 29, 1861. 

I received a letter from Wm. H. Arm- 
strong, Grand Worthy Patriarch, urging 
me to be present, and also from Doctor 
Silas L. Condict, of which the following 
is a copy: 

11 National Division S. of T. 
Office of M. W. Patriarch, 
Jersey City, N. J., May 26, 1861. 
"Rev. J. B. Wakeley : 

" My Dear Friend and Brother : I 
have just learned that you were the 
friend and pastor of our deceased broth- 
er, Daniel H. Sands, and that you 
preached his funeral sermon — and fur- 
ther, that you had been invited and 
urged to be present and participate on 
Wednesday next in the dedication cere- 
mony of his monument, at Cypress Hills, 
at 3 o'clock, and at the public meeting 
in the evening at the Forsyth Street 
Meth6dist Church. 

" As the burden of this service will fall 
on me, I write now in great haste, to 
urge upon you to accept this invitation 
by all means. It will, if fair, be a glori- 
ous day for the cause and our order. 
There will be a large gathering of people, 
and I want you to make the closing ad- 
dress, short, pointed, and patriotic, at 
the monument, so that we can wind up 
the services there with singing "My 
Country, 'tis of Thee." 

" Please don't fail me ; do come, and I 
will be your debtor for any amount of 
payment in similar coin. 

" Most truly yours, 

" S. L. Condict." 

The day was very beautiful, the sun 
shone bright, and there was quite a gath- 
ering, and the ceremonies were very im- 
pressive. 

The following account of the monu- 



ment and the dedication appeared in 
the New York Times, May 31, 1861 : 

" The Sons of Temperance, on Wed- 
nesday the 29th inst., dedicated a large 
and very handsome monument, which 
has been recently erected at Cypress 
Hills Cemetery, to the memory of Daniel 
H. Sands, one of the founders of the 
order. This monument enterprise has 
been the subject of active effort in the 
order for the past two vears, and has 
now reached a very successful consum- 
mation. Nearly $1,300 have been contri- 
buted by the Order of Sons of Tempe- 
rance in the following States : New York, 
New Jersey, Maryland, Pennsylvania, 
Massachusetts, Virginia, Maine, Ohio, 
North Carolina, Illinois, Rhode Island,, 
Tennessee, Louisiana, Vermont, South 
Carolina, Missouri, Mississippi, and 
California ; also, by the British Provin- 
ces of New Brunswick, the two Canadas, 
Nova Scotia, Prince Edward's Island, 
and Newfoundland, and a small contri- 
bution all the way from England. This 
sum through the liberality of Mr. Hall, 
the constructor of the monument, has 
produced a very large and really beau- 
tiful structure. It is of Italian marble, 
is of the obelisk style, twenty-five feet 
three inches in height, with a granite base 
of five feet three inches in breadth. The 
shaft itself is seventeen feet in height. 
The only ornamental work on the mo- 
nument, if we except the slab of Califor- 
nia marble, sent specially from Sands 
Division of Sacramento, are four raised 
triangles on the four sides of the shaft, 
and five feet from the shaft's base. Each 
triangle contains a raised star in its 
centre, and on the rim of each tri- 
angle is cut in raised letters, the mot- 
to of the order — 'Love, Purity, Fi- 
delity,' respectively in English, Latin, 
French, and German, the German, 
1 Liebe, Laziterkeit, Treue] being beau- 
tifully executed in German text. The 
Committee of the Grand Division of 
Eastern New York, through whom the 
Monument Fund was raised, and under 
whose direction the monument was erect- 
ed, are P. G. W. P. Wm. H. Armstrong 
of New York, and P. G. W. A. Alex. 
Campbell of Brooklyn, and Wm. E. 
Macdonough of New York. A large 
concourse of the Divisions and members 
of the order, with regalia and banners, 
was on the ground, and the special dedi- 
cation service prepared for the occasion 
was duly performed. Prominent in the 
exercises were M. W. P. Dr. S. L. Con- 



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diet and P. M. W. P. John W. Oliver, 
himself one of the sixteen founders of 
the order, and P. G. W. ?. Theo. L. 
Cuyler, Rev. J. B. Wakeley, pastor of 
D. H. Sands, and who, seven years ago, 
preached his funeral sermon, also assist- 
ed. In the evening there was a public 
meeting in the Forsyth Street M. E. 
Church, of which Mr. Sands was a mem- 
ber when he died, and at which his fune- 
ral exercises took place. The M. W. P., 
head of the order in North America, 
presided. Addresses were delivered by 
Rev. J. B. Wakeley , A. C. Flanagan, 
John N Stearns, Mr. Cutter of Pough- 
keepsie, and others, and excellent and 
appropriate singing by the Marshall 
Family and Mr. Macdonough's Glee 
Club. Altogether, Dedication Day will 
long be remembered by the Sons of 
Temperance hereabouts." 

DEDICATION CEREMONIES OF THE SANDS 
S. OF T. MONUMENT, AT CYPRESS HILLS, 
L. I., MAY 29, l86l. 

P. M. W. P. — We have seen man in 
the pride of his strength, the glow of 
health mantling his cheek, the fire of in- 
tellect beaming from his eye, and be- 
nevolence lighting up every feature. 
Visions of bliss animated his soul, and 
anticipations of joy irradiated his coun- 
tenance. 

The wife of his youth prided herself 
on the nobleness of his nature, and al- 
most adored the dignity of virtue that 
encompassed him like a robe. His chil- 
dren regarded him with filial reverence, 
and yielded cheerful compliance to the 
wishes of a parent honored and beloved. 

G. W. P. — We have seen intempe- 
rance prostrate this man of vigor, and 
intellect, and virtue ; and like the sirocco 
of the desert, sweep over this Eden, leav- 
ing ashes instead of beauty, and wail- 
ing and woe instead of joy and comfort. 
Over this sad scene humanity has wept 
in bitterness of soul, for there appeared 
no power on earth to save. 

P. G. W. P.— When lo ! a voice, har- 
monious as the harp of melody, came 
from the blissful regions of temperance, 
declaring in accents sweet as angels use. 

Response led by the P. M. W. P.— 
" The chains of the enthralled are bro- 
ken, and the intemperate captive is free." 

Singing— 

Our cause when first to light it burst, 

Reared by a dauntless few. 
Appeared so small, its early fall 

Our foes prepared to view ; 



But more and more, from shore to shore, 

Its influence shall extend ; 
Our flag unfurled around the world 

Triumphant to the end. 

M, W. P. — Listen to the fearful truths 
of Holy Writ: 

W. P. — Wine is a mocker, strong drink 
is raging, and whosoever is deceived 
thereby is not wise. 

Response — Look not upon the wine. 

P. W. P. — Woe unto them that rise up 
early in the morning, that they may fol- 
low strong drink ; that continue until 
night, till wine inflame them ! 

Response — At the last it biteth like a 
serpent, and stingeth like an adder. 

W. P. — The priest and the prophet 
have erred through strong drink, they 
are swallowed up of wine, they are out 
of the way through strong drink, they 
err in vision, they stumble in judgment. 

P. W. P.— Woe unto him that giveth 
his neighbor drink, that puttest thy bottle 
to him, and makest him drunken also. 

Response — No drunkard shall inherit 
the kingdom of God. 

M. W. P. — Hearken to the revelations 
of science. 

P. M. W. P. — All use of intoxicating 
beverages is an abuse. Saturated with 
a venom which no constitution can re- 
sist, they are and must be destructive 
alike to the physical and mental ener- 
gies of man. 

G. W. P. — Upon all sexes and condi- 
tions, in every season and clime, its 
effects have been the same — withering 
— blasting — deadly. 

P. G. W. P. — In health there is no 
such thing as the temperate use of in- 
toxicating drinks. Horribly torturing, 
and debasing everywhere, there lies be- 
neath the sparkling surface all the poi- 
son of adders, all the infernal agencies 
of bodily torture, and all the burnings 
of the pit of woe. 

Singing— 

In that cup there lurks a fiend. 

In Gorgon terrors clad, 
About the heart-strings he will wind 

And make the pulses mad ! 
He'll breathe his deadly poison there, 

And fill the soul with fire. 
He'll make the blood-shot eye-balls glare, 

With hell's vindictive ire. 

M. W. P. — Give ear to the dark record 
of the criminal calendar. 

P. M. W. P. — Intemperance has 
crowded our almshouses, glutted our 
prisons, and loaded our gibbets with 
more than three-fourths of their wretch- 
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G. W. P. — It has entered into courts 
of justice, and corrupted those sworn 
to administer the laws in righteous- 
ness. It has entered the halls of legis- 
lation, and so perverted the judgment 
of rulers that they have armed it with 
the sanction of law, and made the state 
a partner in the guilt. 

P. G. W. P. — It has entered the halls 
of science, and cast the pall of darkness 
on the brightest intellect, enshrouding 
the image of Divinity in eternal night 
It has invaded the temples of the Most 
High, and with a sacrilegious hand rob- 
bed Heaven of priceless jewels. 

M. W. P. — This widespread and stu- 
pendous evil has but one source. 

Response — Moderate drinking. 

M. W. P. — It has but one remedy. 

Response — Total abstinence now. 
Total abstinence for ever. 

M. W. P. — Therefore has this Tempe- 
rance Brotherhood been formed ; des- 
tined, we trust, like the sun in the 
heavens, to be the herald of light and 
life, plenty and cheerfulness to every re- 
gion. 

Response — This shall be our aim. 

Singing— 

When Bacchus held despotic sway, 
Triumphant o'er both sea and land, 

The Sons of Temperance rose in strong array 
And formed this great fraternal band. 

Hail ! brothers, hail ! should e'er affliction crave, 
We'll fly to comfort and to save. 

M. W. P. — But is temperance the only 
virtue enjoined? 

W. P. — No ! It is the sacred duty of 
Sons of Temperance to be honest, indus- 
trious, and humane ; to promote each 
others' happiness and welfare, to visit 
the sick, to comfort the sorrowing, and 
seek the common good of mankind. 

P. W. P. — For as the rain cometh 
down, and the snow from heaven, and 
returneth not thither, but watereth the 
earth, and maketh it bring forth and 
bud, that it may give seed to the sower, 
and bread to the eater, so shall good 
actions kindly impress the minds of 
men, and gently draw them within the 
hallowed influence of virtue. 

P. M. W. P.— And so shall the Son 
of Temperance, by reflecting the genial 
influences of our order upon the world, 
induce his fellow-mortals to travel with 
bin; in the pleasant and peaceful paths 
of love, purity, and fidelity. 

M. W. P. — In the paths of love ! 

Response — Love to our brothers in 
sickness and in health. 



M. W. P. — In the paths of purity ! 

Response — Purity of heart, purity of 
life, and purity of intentions, strictly to 
carry out the objects for which we are 
united. 

P. M. W. P. — Aye ! a purity as trans- 
parent as the sparkling stream that 
gushes from the mountain side to slake 
the thirst of man. 

M. W. P.— In the paths of fidelity ! 

Response — Fidelity to total absti- 
nence, and all the binding obligations 
we have voluntarily assumed. 

P. M W. P.— By such fidelity shall 
virtue triumph, and man be redeemed 
from the thraldom of this tyrant of the 
body and the soul. 

M. W. P.— All hail then, to this trio 
of noble virtues, love, purity, and 
fidelity. 



The Stocking Weaver. 

This case and the following, as well as 
thousands of others, show the tremen- 
dous power of appetite, and how it im- 
prisons the man and holds him fast in 
its slavish chains : 

Mr. Hill, in his work on crime, gives 
the case of a stocking weaver ; an excel- 
lent workman, giving ample satisfaction 
to his employers when he can continue 
sober and steady. Some years ago, 
however, he was led into habits of in- 
temperance, which, in the end, unfitted 

him altogether for regular work. B 

saw the folly of his conduct, and was 
conscious of the ruin and misery he 
was bringing upon himself and his 
family ; he determined to make a strong 
effort to recover himself, and three or 
four times joined a total abstinence 
society, and continued a member for a 
short time. He soon, on each occasion, 
broke his vow, and became as bad as 
ever, or even felt that he was becom- 
ing more and more a helpless victim 
of abandoned and beastly drunkenness. 
His habits, however, led him to the 
commission of no crime, and he still 
retained the wish without the power 
of reforming himself. In these cir- 
cumstances, and by the advice of his 
friends, he called with one of his em- 
ployers on the governor of the Glasgow 
prison, and begged as a favor to be 
admitted as a voluntary inmate of the 
establishment for some time. His re- 
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frame got ; and he entered and com- 
menced work, submitting to all the 
rules of the place. He had all the ap- 
pearance of a dissipated man whose 
constitution would soon have given way 
to the excesses in which he indulged. 
For some days the solitude hung weari- 
somely upon him, and his craving for 
drink visited him occasionally. But, 
in a short time, both left him ; and 
there is not a more cheerful and con- 
tented individual in the prison. His 
looks improved with the return of regu- 
lar habits and a healthy appetite. He 
wrought diligently, and felt the benefi- 
cial change so strongly that he has de- 
termined, I believe, with more sincerity 
than ever before — and I think will adhere 
to the determination — of renouncing for 
ever his intemperate habits when he 
shall return to his home and work. He 
has felt no bad effects from the sudden 
abstraction of whiskey ; on the contrary, 
the effects produced are altogether such 
as he and his best friends could wish. 



The Sculptor. 

Lately a man was brought before a 
bench of magistrates in the Midland coun- 
ties, Eng., charged with drunkenness and 
disorderly conduct. A police officer 
deposed that he found this man drunk 
and very disorderly in the street, took 
him in charge and placed him in the 
lock-up for the night in order to bring 
him before the magistrates ; when the 
following examination of the case was 
made : 

Magistrate. Well, sir, what have you 
to say in answer to the charge preferred 
against you ? 

Drunkard. Oh ! it is all true, gentle- 
men ! I hope you will send me to 
prison for a fortnight ; for I want setting 
right in my inside (rubbing his stomach 
at the same time). 

Magistrate. What trade are you, my 
man? 

Drunkard. A sculptor. 

Mag istrate. A sculptor! why, h o w i s i t 
that you are in this forlorn state ? 

Drunkard. I am sorry to say, gentle- 
men, that strong drink is my enemy. 

Magistrate. How much wages can you 
earn per week ? 

Drunkard. Oh ! three pounds, and 
more if I like. 

Magistrate. I tell you what I think : 



you ought to be placed in the stocks for 
three hours and then well flogged with 
the cat o' nine tails. 

Drunkard. I was in hopes that was 
done away with, gentlemen (shrugging 
up his shoulders with the idea). 

Magistrate. And suppose we do send 
you to prison, remember that you will 
have to live on poor diet and have hard 
labor. Do you really mean to say you 
want to go ? 

Drunkard. Yes, gentlemen ; I want 
to get out of this. I do not expect to be 
any better unless I was to sign and 
keep the teetotal pledge, and that I have 
never yet had the moral courage to do. 

Magistrate. Well, now, suppose we 
oblige you by sending you to prison for 
fourteen days, will you promise to re- 
form when you come out again, and be 
a respectable man again? 

Drunkard. I dare not promise, gen- 
tlemen, but I will think seriously of 
what you have said to me, for I know 
that if I can make this resolution it will 
be the making of me. 

Magistrate. You are now committed 
to jail for fourteen days. And now, my 
man, it will give me great pleasure 10 
hear of your reformation, and to see you 
dressed in a more respectable way, and 
if you do so you may call at my house. 

Drunkard. Thank you, sir. 



Significant Names. 

One of the grog-shops in New York 
City is denominated" The Lion and the 
Lamb Tavern " ; another parades the 
motto " Live and Let Live " ; another 
styles itself " Fashion Hall." Corre- 
sponding emblems would be, a lion de- 
vouring a lamb ; a rumseller robbing a 
beggar, and a genteelly-dressed bar- 
tender kicking an old man out of doors 
who had just pawned his ragged coat 
for " one glass more." 



Swallowing Fifteen Cows. 

11 Swallowed fifteen cows!" said 
Bertie, in astonishment, looking up 
from her play. Her ears had caught 
the words in a conversation that was 
going on in the room. 

" Yes," answered her brother George. 
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" Drank fifteen cows ! I don't believe 
it," answered the little maiden firmly. 

" He sold them and bought whiskey 
and beer with the money," explained 
her Aunt Katy. 

"Oh, oh! that was it. I see now. 
Well, it is funny." 

" No, not funny, dear, but sad," said 
Aunt Katy. " The man had a wife and 
two little children, and he sold the 
milk from the fifteen cows and bought 
them food and clothing. But now, 
having swallowed the cows, as we were 
saying, his wife and children go hun- 
gry and cold, and he, a poor, miserable 
drunkard, is in the almshouse. Isn't it 
dreadful to think of? " 

The children looked very sober. 

" You'll never catch me drinking up 
fifteen cows, nor one either," spoke up 
George very positively. 

" I don't know as to that," said Aunt 
Katy. " The man we were talking 
about was once a boy like you, with a 
healthy taste for food and clear cold 
water. As to swallowing a cow, much 
more fifteen cows, such a thing never 
entered his head. But you see what he 
came to at last. How was it? He 
began by taking a glass of ale or beer, 
or a little wine at parties, now and then. 
This corrupted his pure taste, and gave 
him an unnatural thirst, which only 
strong drink would satisfy. From ale 
and beer he went to whiskey, rum, and 
brandy ; and the more and oftener he 
drank, the more his thirst increased, 
until he became a poor, miserable 
drunkard. So you see, George, that no 
boy can tell what he may come to. 
Maybe, instead of swallowing the fif- 
teen cows, you will get down, one of 
these days, after you become a man, 
forty or fifty, and a house and lot into 
the bargain." 

" Now, aunty, that is too bad ! " ex- 
claimed George. " You know I won't." 

" So hundreds and thousands of little 
boys might once have said, who, now 
they have grown to be men, are drunk- 
ards. There is only one way of safety." 

"What is that, aunty?" asked the 
boy, looking up with serious eyes. 

" It is the way of total abstinence, as 
we call it — and the only safe way for 
either boys or men. If you never drink 
a drop of intoxicating liquor, you will 
never be a drunkard. If you depart 
from this rule, no man can say to how 
low a depth of wretchedness and de- 
gradation you may fall. The worst 



drunkard in the land was once a pure 
and innocent boy." 

" I'll never swallow even a calf ! " ex- 
claimed George, starting up and speak- 
ing with great earnestness. 

" Touch not, taste not, handle not 
the unclean thing," said Aunt Katy, 
" and all will be well with you. But 
indulge ever so little in drinking as you 
grow to manhood, and none can tell in- 
to what great deep of hopeless ruin you 
may fall." 



A Stranger in the Place. 

It was a night of uncommon beauty, 
the moon was shining with unusual 
brilliancy, as two men who were intoxi- 
cated were on their way home. One of 
them said to the other, " How bright the 
sun shines." " That is not the sun," 
said the other, "you fool you, that is the 
moon." He replied, "I guess I know 
the moon from the sun as well as you 
do. I say that is the moon." They 
disputed for some time, and finally they 
agreed to leave it to the first man they 
met. They soon met one who was also 
under the influence of strong drink, and 
said to him, " Will you be so kind as to 
tell us whether that which is shining up 
there so bright is the sun or the moon ?" 
Said he, " Gen'lem', you please excuse 
me, for I am a stranger in the place." 



Sign Fallen Down. 

A man who had been drinking very 
freely at the bar of a landlord, in going 
out into the street fell into the gutter. 
A boy seeing him lie there, ran into the 
public-house and said to the landlord, 
" Sir, your sign has fallen down." He 
went out, and to his astonishment be- 
held only a sign that he was a drunkard 
manufacturer. 



Sign Cut Down. 

A Methodist minister in New Jersey, 
an out-and-out temperance man, one 
who had a perfect abhorrence to rum- 
selling as a misery-making, widow-mak- 
ing, orphan-making traffic, was called to 
preach the funeral sermon of a man 



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who had died a drunkard. He drew his 
portrait — he sketched his life and char- 
acter, and his miserable end. The 
landlord was there who had sold him 
rum and contributed towards his ruin. 
Said the minister, "This man died a 
drunkard and has gone to a drunkard's 
hell. For no drunkard shall inherit 
the kingdom of God." And pointing 
to the rumseller he said, " This man 
clothed in fine broadcloth is the one 
who sold him the rum and ruined him. 
His blood is upon his head. He was 
the cause of his destruction." People 
were horror-struck at the statement, 
however true, and supposed the minis- 
ter had committed the unpardonable 
sin ; that the rumseller would never for- 
give him. A few days after the land- 
lord called upon the minister and said, 
" Mr. S , you may think I was of- 
fended the other day, at your plain and 
personal remarks at the funeral ; but I 
was not, and I have brought you a 
quarter of veal, which you will please 
accept, and as further proof, if you will 
go over to my residence, you will see 
I have cut down my sign and aban- 
doned the cruel traffic in ardent spirits 
forever. 



him so forcibly that he became a per- 
fectly sober man, to the unspeakable 
joy of his wife and children. 



Shocked at His own Portrait' 

If the drunkard could only see him- 
self as others see him, he would be hor- 
ror-struck at his own picture. If he 
had a glass of liquor in his hand he 
would dash it from him as he would a 
cup of poison. He would be afraid to 
go where it is sold, and he would shun 
his rum-drinking companions as he 
would the gates of ruin. 

A man in Maryland, notoriously ad- 
dicted to intemperance, hearing' an 
uproar in his kitchen one evening, 
felt a curiosity to know what was the 
cause of the unusual merriment. So 
he went very quietly where he could 
see them, though they could not ob- 
serve him. He beheld his servants 
indulging in the most unbounded roars 
of laughter, at a couple of negro boys, 
who were mimicking their master in his 
drunken fits, showing how he reeled 
and staggered — how he looked and 
nodded, and hiccoughed and tumbled. 
The picture which these children of 
nature drew, and which had filled the 
rest with so much merriment, struck 



A Sad Picture of Intemperate Min- 
isters. 

Rev. Ezra Styles Ely and Philip S. 
White relate the following concerning 
ministers. It would seem to be a slan- 
der on the cloth, a misrepresentation 
of the clergy. The portraiture is dark, 
and no doubt horribly exact : 

A venerable Boston divine announc- 
ed to one of us as an axiom, while he 
delivered the cup to a youth, and an- 
other to himself, that <l wine is the milk 
for old age." 

Another divine of high standing and 
extensive influence in Connecticut, fif- 
ty years ago gave this advice : " If ever 
you become a preacher drink rum, raw 
rum ; it is the best thing to clear your 
voice. Don't drink sweetened liquor, 
for then you will be likely to become a 
drunkard." 

This advice he followed by his own 
example, for several times a day he 
would put the case-bottle to his lips, 
and take two or three swallows. 

His eldest son became a distinguish- 
ed physician, but before he arrived at 
middle life made such bad use of his 
father's example that he died a miser- 
able inebriate, and left his wife and 
lovely daughters to sustain themselves 
by keeping a boarding-school. 

We could give a sad list of divines 
who were much injured in health, re- 
putation, and usefulness by the use of 
intoxicating beverages, who did not 
become notorious sots, and several of 
these, for talents, learning, activity, and 
eloquence, have not left their superiors to 
survive them in the American churches. 
We could give the names of more 
than thirty clergymen in the circle of 
our acquaintance who did become 
publicly known as drunkards, and of 
these four were bishops of the Protes- 
tant Episcopal Church ; three of them 
had been moderators of the General As- 
sembly of the Presbyterian Church; and 
ten were distinguished as Doctors of 
Divinity. 

Of the thirty to whom we refer, twen- 
ty have been hurried prematurely to 
the grave by their excess in drink, 
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mens ; six of them were reclaimed by 
ecclesiastical discipline and other 
means. 

One of them, returning from a walk 
one summer's day, caught up a porter 
bottle, which had the smell of ardent 
spirits, and in haste drank heartily of 
it ; but he soon discovered he had drank 
a mixture of corrosive sublimate and 
whiskey, which his wife had prepared 
for the cleaning of her bedsteads. He 
next swallowed, in still greater haste, 
a flask of sweet-oil, and, by help of 
emetics and a skilful physician, was 
saved from sudden death. This did 
not cure his love for strong drink. He 
was suspended from the ministry and 
dismissed from his pastoral charge. 
This did not reclaim him. In a drunken 
fit, he subsequently fell down stairs, 
dislocated his hip, and fractured his I 
thigh-bone. For about four months | 
preceding his death he appeared to 
be a penitent, reformed man, and in 
his dying moments, in answer to a 
friend who asked him the state of his 
mind, replied, "Tne least of all God's 
promises is quite sufficient for such a 
sinner as I." 

One of the thirty was a German 
Lutheran minister, in a large town, of 
fine talents, and of exemplary charac- 
ter, before drink overpowered him. 
He was suspended ; but not until he 
had been proved to be so drunken at 
the communion-table that his elders 
were under the necessity of holding 
him up while he dispensed the emblems 
of the body and blood of the Divine 
Saviour. 



A Startling Example. 

There has just come to my knowledge, 
in a very direct way, an impressive illus- 
tration of that truth which should make 
every moderate drinker fear and trem- 
ble ; namely, that the love of drink is a 
disease. The drunkard is a pitiable 
and blameworthy victim of his former 
self. Even after his reform, he is liable 
to feel that his old habit is crouching 
ever near, ready to spring upon him in 
anv thoughtless moment. 

The case in illustration is this (it can 
easily be seen why I should conceal the 
n.tmes of persons and places): Within 
the pist month there has died, in his 
early prime, a minister of the Gospel, ; 



who was first the victim and at last the 
conqueror of drink. Some years ago, 
after a severe illness, he " stimulated," 
by medical advice. When he had fairly 
recovered from his disease, he found 
himself in the coils of a serpent. It was 
the old story, alas ! more than " twice 
told"; he fell, struggled to rise, stum- 
bled, and fell again. He never resigned 
himself to his bondage for any consider- 
able length of time ; but shook his 
chains, and tried hard to break them. 
He resolved, and resisted, and prayed, 
and then in exhaustion yielded. At length 
he went, as the last resort, to an inebriate 
asylum. His high Christian character 
secured for him the respect and esteem 
of all the inmates and officers. When, 
alter about a year, his cure was supposed 
to be complete and he was about to 
leave, he was desired to remain as chap- 
lain of the institution. But his heart 
was in the work of the regular pastoral 
ministry, and he accepted a call to a va- 
cant pulpit. When he began his labors 
there, he made a full and frank state- 
ment of his infirmity to the congregation. 
He told them he felt his weakness, and 
realized that he was subject to a terrible 
temptation, by which he must fall unless 
he was sustained by the grace of God 
and the sympathies and prayers of good 
men. 

This announcement and appeal won 
for him the heart of the whole commu- 
nity. He became immensely popular, 
and labored with untiring zeal for the 
salvation of the people. God gavchim 
great success. The church was re- 
vived and in numbers largely increased. 
The pastor's labors exceeded his 
strength. He flagged, was tempted to 
take stimulants — and resisted. B} r the 
help of divine grace and human sym- 
pathy he stood. 

That church enjoyed the services of 
its noble pastor only about a year. He 
sickened and died ; but he died a hero ; 
for he conquered the foe which conquer- 
ed Alexander the Great, and by which 
" many strong men have been slain." 

At his funeral, his wife seemed com- 
posed, and almost happy; and after it, 
she maintained the same demeanor. 
The officiating clergyman, wondering at 
this, and assuming that it arose from a 
kind of religious ecstasy which would 
soon give place to a corresponding 
depression, enquired of her about it. 
" Oh ! " said she, " he's safe ! You don't 
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passed through. For years he and I 
have been standing on the brink of a 
precipice, trembling with apprehension 
that, at any time, he might go over. But 
now he's safe." 

O thou accursed Demon of Drink ! 
who art able thus to terrify and imperil 
even the true and loving disciples of 
Jesus; who canst even constrain the 
tender and loving wife of a devoted and 
heroic husband to rejoice in the desolate 
title of "widow"; would to God that 
the forces of truth and purity might be 
so marshalled and inspired as to throttle 
tiiee to death ; so that no child of Adam 
might ever again tremble at the fiery 
glance of thine eye or wither in thy bale- 
ful breath !— Rev, Cyrus D. Foss, £>.D. 



A Singular Death. 

A class-leader, named John Brown- 
field, residing at South Bend, Indiana, 
relates the following shocking incident : 

'* A man on the opposite side of the 
river from this place lost his life on the 
night of the Fourth of July, in the follow- 
ing manner. He had been in town 
through the day — became intoxicated — 
and about dark crossed the river, and 
lav down near a house. He remained 
there until some time after night. When 
he awoke, it is supposed he became 
frightened at a cow and calf that were 
in the yard — ascended a ladderthat stood 
against the house, and, strange to relate, 
got into the chimney, which being very 
small, he stuck fast just above the fire- 
place. The owner of the house was in 
bed, and, being drunk himself, was un- 
able to render the suffocating man any 
assistance. After he had been in that 
dreadful situation for six or eight hours, 
the chimney was demolished, and the 
man taken out dead." 



The Star and the Moon. 

We have heard a good story, says the 
Lynn News, which occurred at a tempe 
ranee meeting in 



a neighboring town a 



tution for the society, the question of 
including cider, beer, etc., came up for 
discussion, and excited considerable 
warm debate. It was urged by some that 
such articles should not be in the pledge. 
After an interesting discussion, an 
amendment was proposed, to the effect 
that although the pledge should include 
such liquors, members of the society 
might, if they chose, use them, and those 
who did drink either cider or beer were 
to have a * affixed to their names. 

This proposition appeared to be unani- 
mously accepted, and the vote was 
about to be taken which would adopt it, 
when it was suddenly killed and aban- 
doned at once and for ever. An old man, 
who had sat in a corner of the room, and 
interested in the discussion, rose to 
speak. He was one who had been very 
intemperate and had been looked upon 
as irreclaimable from the vice. His 
words, which told with so much effect, 
were as follows : 

"Mr. President: If them that drinks 
beer and cider are to have a star against 
their names, I guess you may put a 
moon against mine, and I'll drink rum !" 



A Sister's Kindness. 

A clerk in a dry-goods store at Phila- 
delphia attended a convivial gathering, 
where he imbibed too much liquor. He 
was carried home in a cab, and after be- 
ing placed in his room attempted to go 
out for more. A sister attempted to dis- 
suade him, when he struck her a blow 
on the left temple, and she fell down the 
front door-steps, striking her head upon 
the pavement, and, it was feared, fractur- 
ing the skull. She was carried into the 
house insensible. The brother awoke 
to a sober reality of the deed he had 
committed, and became nearly distract- 
ed as he stood by her bedside. Will he 
ever drink again ? 



Singular 



Experience 
Man. 



of 



Young 



short time since. 

A temperance society had been form- 
ed, which commenced under favorable 
auspices, and which included among its 

members many who had been intemne- \ Returning, as I was passing a hotel, I 
rate. On occasion of adopting a consti- ' heard the voices of several young fellows 



I had been at a ball in the evening, 
where I drank enough wine to make me 
very good-natured. At its close I es- 
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of my acquaintance, in the bar-room. I 
stepped in. "Hurrah!" shouted they, 
" here comes Ben." 

" How did you like the ball?" asks 
one. 

" Never was at a better; it was splen- 
did !" replied I. 

'* Hear how the man,talks P cried an- 
other ; "why he was so taken up with 

Miss T that he can't tell whether he 

liked it or not." 

" I think he made quite an impression 
in that quarter," said Ed. Norton. 

" I move he treats for that same, that 
we may drink success to his cause," 
spoke out Jack O'Hara. 

'•Agreed," cried I. " What will you 
take ?" Brandy was the favorite. After 
drinking several glasses, we separated. I 
started for home with a gait none of the 
steadiest; my head being filled with the 

ball, Miss T , and the fumes of the 

liquor I had drank. Presently I find 
myself in a parlor, seated on a sofa, with 

the lovely Miss T by my side, one 

arm encircling her waist, my hand clasp- 
ing hers, popping the all important 
question. A slight tremor betrays her 
agitation ; she turns her bright eyes to 
mine, and whispers, " I am yours." I 
press a kiss on her rosy cheek ; her 
head sinks to my shoulder, and — at that 
instant I felt a pain there which awoke 
me ; for I had been asleep. The reality 
and ridiculousness of my situation burst 
upon me in a moment. The airy castles 
ot the drunken dreamer vanished, and 
left me the street for a parlor, the 
mud for a sofa, and a fine young pig for 
my betrothed fair one, whose soft and 
trembling hand was clasped in mine. 
My shoulder was between the tusks of 
a large hog, that had been daubing his 
snout on my cheek, while I thought I 
was kissing a fairer being. The shock 
sobered me. I started to my feet, cov- 
ered with mud, disgusted with myself. 
I resolved never again to drink a glass 
of intoxicating liquor, and I have kept 
my resolution. — New Jersey Life Boat. 



Spirit-ual Facts. 

Whiskey is the key by which we may 
gain an entrance into our prisons and 
almshouses. 

Brandy brands the noses of all those 
who cannot govern their appetites. 

Wine causes many to take a winding 
way home. 



Punch is the cause of many unfriendly 
punches. 

Ale causes many ailings, while beer 
brings many to the bier. 

Champagne is the source of many real 
pains. 

Gin slings have " slewed " more than 
the slings of old. 

The reputation of being fond of cock- 
tails is not a feather in any man's cap. 

Money spent for port that is supped 
by portly gents would support many a 
poor family. 

Porter is a weak supporter for those 
who are weak in body. 



Sights of a Day. 

The editor of an Exeter, N. H., paper 
gives the following as the sights of a day, 
the legitimate fruits of the rum-traffic. 
Why should the people of the State of 
New York license that traffic? 

We saw in our village in one day, not 
long since, nineteen men drunk — ten 
half drunk, and at least a dozen who 
were a little tipsy. We saw the wife and 
children of a drunkard turned out of 
doors, and forced to seek shelter where 
they could find it ; while the senses of 
the husband and father were so be- 
numbed by liquor, that he was uncon- 
scious of the misery of his wife and 
children. We saw a rumseller and his 
wife, dressed in rich and fashionable 
clothing, riding in an elegant carriage, 
the wheel of which passed within a few 
rods of the head of one of his customers, 
who was lying drunk beside the road. 



The Sorrow-Stricken Family. 

He was but twenty-three. His manly 
form had dwindled to a skeleton. A 
narrow coffin contained all that was 
once lovely and beautiful. His father 
was rich and lordly ; his mother, pious 
and devoted. The youngest of a fine 
group, he had every indulgence. At 
the table he was the favorite of all, and 
the choicest wine was ever before him. 
At the age of sixteen he was brought 
home by the watchman drunk. The 
scene was too much for a doting father 
and mother. Half-distracted, they wept 
over him and rested not till the pro- 
mise was given that he never again 



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would visit the Pavilion or drink to ex- 
cess. Alas ! the excess was at their own 
table. Studies were neglected. Rides, 
balls, dinners, suppers, these engrossed 
all his hours. He swore at his father. 
He treated roughly his mother and 
sisters. Yet he was their darling, beau- 
tiful and gay, and was yet to be the orna- 
ment of their home. But in a morning 
without clouds, when all nature shone 
bright and beautiful upon that splendid 
mansion., a fit had prostrated him in his 
chamber; and there were bent over 
him, father, mother, brothers, and sisters. 
It was an hour of bitterness. " Mother," 
said he, " what are those bugs on the 
curtains, and those snakes, and that 
devil !' And then that shriek ! Oh ! it 
was the delirium tremens. As I saw 
the long procession and the rich coffin, 
and the crowd of mourners, I said, What 
would not the temperance pledge have 
saved to that family! Now, the children 
divide among them his hundred thou- 
sand, but father and mother go sorrow- 
ing to the grave. 



— of the gutter — than this poor, shirtless, 
abject man. Ten years ago we knew 
that man as a popular and prominenr 
member of the Legislature of one of our 
great Northwesiern States. Soon after 
we met him in the great Chicago Wig- 
wam of i860, a member of the conven- 
tion which first nominated Abraham 
Lincoln for the Presidency. Again we 
met him some two years afterwards, in 
the city of Washington, where he had 
much influence with the delegation from 
his State. He went into the Staff De- 
partment of the army some time during 
the war, and immediately after its close 
made some fortunate speculations by 
which he became a rich man. But about 
two years ago he entered into specula- 
tions which turned out badly, and he 
was swamped in business. He is the 
husband of an intelligent and cultivated 
lady, and the father of children who, a 
few years ago, were as happy as any now 
living on Wabash Avenue. — Chicago 
Post. 



A Sad Case of Ruin by Rum. 

One of the saddest cases of the many 
terrible doings of rum came accident- 
ally to our knowledge recently. As we 
were passing up Dearborn Street, we ob- 
served a miserable-looking man stagger- 
ing under a load of rum at the corner of 
Madison Street, diagonally opposite the 
Tribune building. His clothing was dirty 
and ragged. His boots had been worn 
out some time ago, and were only held 
together in place. A slouched hat, long 
since unfit for wear, was the covering of 
his head. As we approached near him 
we discovered that he was an old ac- 
quaintance, but that in his besotted con- 
dition of drunkenness (and it was not 
yet ten o'clock in the morning) he did 
not recognize us at all. Upon near in- 
spection we observed that he was with- 
out a shirt. He staggered along the 
street and down Dearborn, to a place 
where rum is sold, went in, and taking 
a chair, soon became lost to his sur- 
roundings in a stolid condition of com- 
plete intoxication. We have not seen a 
more complete wreck in many years, 
and doubt whether there is in the whole 
city of Chicago a single man who, seen 
on the street, would be taken as a more 
thorough representative of drunkenness 



Sixpence a Day. 

A London paper furnishes the follow- 
ing : "There is now an old man in an 
almshouse in Brisiol who states that 
for sixty years he spent sixpence a day 
in drink, but was never intoxicated. A 
gentleman who heard this statement was 
somewhat curious to ascertain how much 
this sixpence a day, put by every year, 
at five per cent., compound interest, 
would amount to in sixty years. Put- 
ting down the first year's saving — 
three hundred and sixty-five sixpences 
— nine pounds sterling eleven shillings 
and sixpence, he added the interest, and 
thus went on, year by year, till he found 
that in the sixtieth year the sixpence a 
day reached the startling sum of three 
thousand two hundred and twenty-five 
pounds sterling nineteen shillings and 
ninepence. Judge of the old man's sur- 
prise when told that, had he saved his 
sixpence a day, and allowed it to ac- 
cumulate at compound interest, he 
might now have been worth the above 
sum ; so that, instead of taking refuge 
in an almshouse, he might have com- 
forted himself with a house of his own, 
and fiftv acres of land, and have left the 
legacy among his children and grand- 
children, or used it foi the welfare of 
his fellow-men ! 



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The Social Glass. 

The following lines, in addition to in- 
trinsic poetic merit, derive a peculiar 
interest from the circumstances which 
brought them forth. A somewhat in- 
temperate man at Cincinnati, Ohio, had 
reformed and united with the Sons of 
Temperance. He had a brother in one 
of our sister cities who was addicted to 
intoxicating drinks. Deeply impressed 
with the instructions and admonitions 
he heard in the Division room, he felt a 
sort of inspiration to express some of 
the sentiments in verse. He did so, and 
sent them to his brother ; and his broth- 
er is now a good Son of Temperance. 

Thou social glass ! bright, sparkling 
thing, 
What treachery lurks beneath thy 
smile ! 
Pretending peace and joy to bring — 
Life's fount thou poisonest the while. 

Accursed monster! in thy praise 
Even sages wrote and poets sung, 

And peans did thy votaries raise, 

While thou their hearts remorseless 
wrung. 

A moral Juggernaut art thou ; 

Before thy car the inebriate reels, 
And madly to fulfil his vow 

Falls prostrate 'neath thy blood}' 
wheels. 

Vile spirit ! thou in friendship s guise 
Dost proffer the enchanted bowl, 

And while thy victim sinks and dies, 
Hast forged a chain to bind his soul. 

Thou whisperest " Let us merry be, 
And social joys the night shall crown." 

Poor victim ! from the tempter flee — 
The poisoned chalice ! dash it down. 

Yes, dash it down ! touch not a drop ; 

Behold an ocean round thee roll. 
A maddening tide thou canst not stop 

To overcome and sink thy soul. 

Beware the fell destroyer's grasp ; 

He conquereth the wise and brave. 
The good and wise the demon clasp — 

Behold ! they fill the drunkard's grave. 

Youth's vigorous form he wastes away, 
In manhood's veins a fever burns, 

Age's gray hairs dishonored lay, 
And beauty to corruption turns ! 

Riches he scattereth like chaff, 
As fly the leaves before the wind ; 

For those who madly ruin quaff, 
He leaveth not a hope behind. 



His power for age's has endured ; 

He rides upon a boundless sea; 
None from his ravages are secured — 

Yes ! "Sons of Temperance " are free. 



Starched. 

The Boston Post tells the following 
" good un " of a fellow who was in the 
habit of coming home late at night in a 
drunken state and taking his supper 
cold as it had been set out for him by 
his wife. 

One night, besides the usual dish of 
cabbage and pork, she left a wash-bowl 
filled with caps and starch. The lamp 
had been extinguished when the stag- 
gering sot returned home, and by mis- 
take, when proceeding to satisfy his 
hunger, he stuck his fork into the wrong 
dish. He worked away at his caps very 
patiently for some time, and finally, be- 
ing unable to masticate them, he sung 
out to his wife : 

" Old woman, where did you get your 
cabbages — they are so deuced stringy, I 
can't chew them ?' 

"My gracious !" replied the old lady, 
" if that stupid fellow an't eating up my 
caps that I put in starch over night !" 



The Seven Last Plagues. 

An American clergyman, not long 
ago, wrote a book to prove that the 
Bible, and Sunday-school, and tract, and 
temperance causes, with their kindred 
associations, were the " seven last 
plagues " spoken of by John in the 
Revelation, which should visit and 
afflict the earth. By accident a stray 
copy of his new and wonderfully pro- 
found exposition of prophecy fell into 
the hands of a tavern-keeper, who had 
persevered most manfully in resisting 
all efforts to bring him over to the side 
of temperance. Having read it, he was 
more confirmed than ever that his was 
a lawful calling, that he might sell 
spirits with impunity, and that the op- 
posers of his freedom in this respect 
were very properly classed among the 
authors of the "seven last plagues." 
But then his customers began to de- 
cline; and in order to confirm the wav- 
ering, and prevent the total desertion of 
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of ''The Seven Last Plagues." The 
bookseller forthwith executed his order, 
and sent withal a show-bill to attract 
public notice. Upon receiving the books 
the tavern-keeper looked around the 
establishment to select the most suit- 
able place for pasting up the bill, that 
all might see with advantage the new 
commodity which he had for sale. At 
last he pitched upon the very front of 
the bar ; and there every one who en- 
tered the room could not fail to see, in 
large capitals, 

THE SEVEN LAST PLAGUES 

For Sale Here. 

A motto more appropriate could not be 
selected for the bar of a tavern. And 
he had the mortification to find that his 
anxiety to procure the sale of this book 
was the means of preventing many from 
having further intercourse with those 
liquid plagues with which they had 
heretofore been but too familiar, and 
every one saw sooner than himself that 
he had unintentionally given the true 
style and title of his occupation. 



Squire Jenkinson and his Nightcap, 

Squire Jenkinson could get no rest. 
He had a noble mansion, fine pleasure- 
grounds, and a beautiful carriage drawn 
by beautiful horses. His table was sup- 
plied with every luxury, and his friends 
were the most cheerful companions in 
the world, but still Squire Jenkinson 
could get no rest. Sometimes he went 
to bed early, and sometimes he went to 
bed late ; but whether late or early, it 
was just the same. "There is no peace 
for the wicked " ; there was no rest for 
Squire Jenkinson. 

He applied to his friends, who told 
him to take exercise, and to drink an 
extra glass of grog before he went to 
bed. He applied to his doctor, and he 
gave him laudanum and opium ; but in 
spite of exercise, and grog, and lauda- 
num, and opium, no sound rest could 
he obtain. At last he consulted Thom- 
as Perrins, his gardener. Now Thomas 
Perrins was an humble Christian, and 
well knew that his master feared not 
God ; that he was unjust, cruel, and op- 
pressed the widow and the fatherless, 
and that his conscience troubled him ; 
so Thomas told him that old Gilbert 
Powell, who lived hard by on the waste 
hind, always slept famously, but that 



perhaps he wore a different kind of a 
nightcap. 

Mistaking the meaning of Thomas 
Perrins, away went Squire Jenkinson 
with one of his best nightcaps in his 
pocket, to exchange it for that of old Gil- 
bert Powell, which he had washed and 
well aired : and when night came, he 
went to bed in good spirits, hoping to 
have a comfortable night's sleep ; but 
no, though he put it on in all shapes, and 
placed himself in all postures, Squire 
Jenkinson could get no rest. 

As soon as the sun rose, he hastened 
to the cottage on the waste land to know 
how Gilbert Powell had rested, when 
Gilbert told him that he thought he had 
never had a better night's rest in all his 
life; and was quite delighted with his 
new nightcap. 

Perplexed and cast down, Squire Jen- 
kinson then went once more to his gar- 
dener, to tell him of the ill success which 
had attended his plan of borrowing the 
nightcap of Gilbert Powell. 

"It cannot be Gilbert's cap," said he, 
" that makes him sleep so soundly, for 
he wore one of mine, and tells me that 
he never had a more comfortable cap in 
his life." 

" Ay, master," said Thomas Perrins, 
shaking his head significantly, as he 
leaned on his spade, " but to my know- 
ledge he wears another cap besides the 
one you gave him — the cap of a quiet 
conscience, and he who wears that is 
sure to sleep well, let him wear what 
other cap he pleases." — London Weekly 
Visitor. 



The Son of a Moderate Drinker. 

Dr. Tewett says : After my last lecture in 
Westborough, I was informed that a gen- 
tleman, residing about a mile from the 
village, wished to see me, and have a talk 
with me on the subject of temperance. 
The person who made known to me the 
wishes of the gentleman was instructed 
to say that he had plenty of pork and 
beef on hand, some rum, and a good 
well of water. On the following morn- 
ing I visited the gentleman, accompa- 
nied by Dr. Rising, and found him 
quite an intelligent and pleasant old 
man, but not much in favor of the 
cold-water system. The subject was 
breached directly, and he began, in a 
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jec-ons, which I endeavored to an- 
sw ^r. We had but just begun the con- 
veisation, however, when one of his 
sons came into the room, and seemed 
very desirous to take part in the con- 
versation. The old man requested him 
to be silent, but all to no purpose. He i 
had, thus early in the morning, drunk 
enough to give him great confidence 
in his argumentative powers. He was i 
determined to be heard, and therefore 
went on with an amount of senseless j 
gibberish which was perfectly disgust- I 
ing. The old man left the room and 
walked into the front yard. I followed 
him, and renewed the conversation, i 
while my friend the doctor very kindly 
undertook to keep the senseless young 
man occupied in an argument upon 
liberty, equal rights, etc. As I joined 
the old man in the yard, he remarked, 
with a good deal of feeling, that "every 
one must have their troubles," and added, 
" That boy, sir — that boy has made me a 
great deal of trouble. " In reply I en- 
quired if the misconduct of his son had 
not been caused solely by his use of in- 
toxicating drinks. " Ah ! yes," was the 
ready reply. " Well, then, sir," said I, 
" will you not aid us in the great work 
of reform, and help us by your example 
and influence to banish from the earth 
the curse of intemperance, which has 
dashed your cup with such bitter dregs ?" 
It was a moment of hesitation, of irre- 
solution, with the afflicted old man, 
and he knew not what to answer. 
Should this paragraph meet his eye, I 
renewedly beseech him to consider 
whether his whole influence, while he 
continues to drink even moderately of 
strong drinks, is not directly calculat- 
ed to encourage his son in his present 
ruinous course. I earnestly beg of him, 
for his own sake, and for the present 
and eternal good of his poor wayward 
boy, to pause and reflect. 



Singular Request. 

Some time ago, the well-known im- 
provisator, John C. Mossie, attended 
at the Police Office, and solicited Justice 
Hopson to commit him to Bridewell. 
The novelty of the request created very 
evident surprise in the mind of the mag- 
istrate, on perceiving which, Mr. Massie 
took from his pocket two shillings, 
which he stated was all the money he 



had in the world, and wmich he was per- 
fectly willing to give to the justice, if he 
would only commit him to prison, 
whither he said he wanted to go, that he 
might be enabled to keep sober, which he 
further stated he knew he could not do 
if he was at large. The result of further 
enquiries went to show that Mr Mossie 
had of late been intoxicated almost per- 
petually, and had frequently been locked 
up for being intoxicated, and now sought 
a committal to prison as the only means 
by which he could possibly keep sober. 
Justice Hopson refused to comply with 
Mr. Mossie's request, but directed him 
to be detained for the present. — N. Y. 
Transcript. 



Dean Swift and the Weaver. 

In the streets of Leicester, one day, 
Dean Swift was accosted by a drunken 
weaver, who staggering against his rev- 
erence said, " I've been spinning it out." 
" Yes," said the Dean, " I see )\)u have ; 
and now you are reeling it home." 



Stealing a Penny Loaf. 

A ragged and shivering little starve- 
ling is brought before a magistrate for 
stealing a penny loaf from a grocer's 
window. This is, of course, a penal 
offence. The grocer himself is the in- 
former, the testimony is perfectly con- 
clusive, and the judge is about to sen- 
tence the little wretch, when some kind- 
hearted counsellor offers the following 
considerations in mitigation of the of- 
fence : This child is the oldest of a 
miserable group. Their mother is an 
incorrigible sot ; their father lies low in 
the drunkard's grave. Upon the morn- 
ing when this little culprit committed 
this act of petty larceny, the mother lay 
drunk upon the floor, and her children 
were crying around her from cold and 
hunger. The elder boy, unable to bear 
the contemplation of their misery any 
longer, rushed forth from the hovel. He 
was resolved to obey that paramount 
law of nature which teaches us the 
principle of self-preservation, even in 
disregard of the law r s of the land. He 
seized the penny loaf at the grocer's 
window, and, returning speedily to the 
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pected boon before the miserable group, 
and bade them eat and live. He par- 
took not himself ; the very conscious- 
ness of the crime he had committed, and 
the fear of detection, supplied a more 
engrossing and oppressive feeling than 
that of hunger. The last morsel was 
scarcely consumed before the officer of 
justice entered the door ; the offender 
was pointed out by the grocer, who led 
the way, and conducted him before the 
tribunal. In the very midst of such 
misery as this, and with the motive of 
the criminal before us, there is some- 
thing to sotten the heart of man, though 
we deny not that the act is a penal offence. 

But the tale is by no means told. The 
little circle, now utterly fallen and for- 
lorn, is the wreck of a family once pros- 
perous, temperate, frugal, industrious, 
and happy. We have seen them on a Sab- 
bath morning walking to God's house in 
company together. The father, strange as 
it may appear, was once a member of 
the church. The very first drop of that 
powerful tincture of destruction which 
he ever drank, and which conducted 
him through the paths of corruption to 
the grave, he received from the hands 
of another church member — that very 
grocer who now pursues the starving 
child of his former victim for stealing a 
penny loaf! But this is a penal of- 
ence. The farm was encumbered ; 
the community had turned its back up- 
on the miserable victim of intempe- 
rance ; the church had expelled its of- 
fending member ; the wife had sought, 
in the same tremendous remedy for all 
distracting care, an oblivion of her do- 
mestic misery ; home had become a 
hell, whose only outlet was the grave. 

All this aggregate of human wretch- 
edness was produced by this very gro- 
cer. He has murdered the father, bru- 
talized the mother, and beggared the 
children. The whole text and context 
of this continued and complicated 
wrong, the destruction of a happy 
family, is lawful and right ! The theft 
of a penny loaf by a starving boy, from 
that very shop where his wretched fa- 
ther had laid down his last farthing for 
rum, is a penal offence ! 



Sad End of an Eloquent Lawyer. 

Bishop Thomas M. Clarke, of Rhode 
Island, gives the following account of an 
eloquent lawyer and his sad end : 



" Something like half a century ago 
in the university of an adjoining State, 
there studied a young man of rich and 
glowing genius, ready and eloquent in 
speech, of retentive and accurate mem- 
ory, and with a mind well stored with 
various learning. He entered upon his 
profession as a lawyer with high hopes 
and the most nattering prospects of suc- 
cess. The early exhibition of his pro- 
fessional skill and his immediate ad- 
vancement to posts of honor in the 
councils of State led the community in 
which he lived to look upon him as the 
probable candidate at some future day 
for the chief magistracy in his native 
State. 

" His companions at this time were of 
that class whose genius and scholarship 
and wit entitled them to become leaders 
in society. And here we leave this young 
man, thus gifted and thus prospered ; 
and remembering what must be the 
hopes, the warm fancies, the high, the 
enthusiastic, the joyous dreams of such 
a youth, we pass from the morning to 
the evening of his life. 

" A few years since I saw a white- 
haired old man, pale, haggard, care-worn, 
and yet somewhat venerable in his de- 
meanor ; ragged, and yet not in a com- 
mon beggar's garb, walking the streets, 
exhibiting a miserable, obscene bird to 
get for himself the means to buy his 
daily bread. I saw him hooted by the 
young, and I saw how the old passed 
him by on the other side. I heard him 
ask for a cast-off garment to protect his 
aged limbs from the cold. I knew, 
after this, how he would sometimes 
steal a place where he might lay his 
feeble head at nightfall. It was that 
gifted youth, and this was the change 
which half a century had wrought ! 

" In the early years of his profession 
he had been led to do a deed which 
brought shame and disappointment 
upon him, and he sought to quench the 
fire of remorse in the intoxicating cup. 
From that hour his strength departed 
from him. His mind had become a 
ruin, and yet there were columns and 
broken arches standing yet which told 
how noble a temple once stood there. 
And at times across the old man's soul 
there would flash a shadow of the past — 
shadows of the thoughts and imagery 
of his youth ; and as he caught a 
glimpse of his own blanched locks, and 
withered form, and tattered garb, for a 
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him. But the vigor of his mind had 
been long decayed, its balance deranged, 
his moral perceptions destroyed ; and 
he had become a weak, drivelling old 
man, contented to live as the beast, 
and to die as the beast dieth. And 
now he sleeps in an unhonored, un- 
noticed grave." 



Mr. Shawhan Rolls Out His Last 
Barrel. 

Mr. Green, the celebrated reformed 
inebriate from Medina, upon invitation 
addressed the citizens of Tiffin on a 
certain occasion, the citizens of Fort Ball 
on the following evening, and then the 
citizens of Tiffin again , at each of which 
meetings his efforts were highly satis- 
factory, and crowned with the happiest 
success, some forty or fifty names having 
been obtained to the Washingtorian 
pledge. 

On the following morning, about ten 
o'clock, L. D. Shawhan, a highly respect- 
able citizen and merchant of Fort Ball, 
having determined to abandon the traffic 
in ardent spirits, rolled out his last bar- 
rel, in the presence of a large and re- 
spectable concourse of citizens, to be 
disposed of at their pleasure. 

On motion of W. P. Nobles, Dr. 
Cuhn was appointed President, to pre- 
serve order on the occasion. 

A grave having been prepared, King 
Alcohol, wrapped in a white oak shroud, 
was brought forth. 

Mr. Green was then loudly called for, 
who arose amidst the deafening shouts 
of the assembled concourse, and preach- 
ed the funeral of the captured tyrant. 

Mr. Green then enquired of the as- 
semblage what should be done with 
the prisoner, when all, in one deafening 
and heaven-shaking voice, proclaimed, 
" Behead and burn him ! Behead and 
burn him ! " 

The condemned culprit was then de- 
posited in the grave, and Mr. Green, pur- 
suant to the call of the assembly, pro- 
ceeded to behead him with an axe pro- 
cured for that purpose. Then, amid the 
eloquent and applauding silence which 
prevailed, he was set on fire by several 
reformed inebriates. Mr. S. D. Shaw- 
han, being then loudly called upon, ad- 
dressed the meeting in an able and ap- 
propriate manner. Dr. Cuhn was also 
then called upon, and entertained the ' 



audience with an appropriate address. 
After which the burning remains of his 
majesty were interred, and the following 
epitaph inscribed over his head : 

14 Beneath this sketch there lies a wretch, 
Cold water stopped his breath ;i 

And when he died, creation cried, 
We're tickled most to death." 



A Tale of Sorrow. 

The following touching story of bro- 
ken hearts, broken hopes, and broken 
constitutions, was written by the Rev. 
John Allen, a bishop of the Methodist 
Episcopal Church in Canada. I knew 
him well, and his tale of horror may be 
relied on as strictly true. He was a 
most uncompromising enemy of intem- 
perance, and an able advocate of tempe- 
rance. He says : " Some years ago, I 
was travelling from the State of New 
York into the Province of Upper Cana- 
da, by the way of Cape Vincent and 
Kingston. Between the two channels of 
the river St. Lawrence we passed Wolf's 
or Grand Island, which is but thinly 
settled. It was in the depth of winter, 
late in' the evening, when I called at an 
inn. As is but too common at public- 
houses, several gentlemen were seated 
around the fireside, engaged in conver- 
sation. A little interrupted by my com- 
ing in, they made a short pause. Soon 
one of them resumed the conversation, 
and with a spirit of indignation said, 
'Well that man ought to be hung 
for such conduct towards his wife ; ' to 
which the company responded in the 
affirmative. As I did not know the par- 
ticulars of which they were conversing, 
I thought it was the slander and harsh- 
ness of a bar-room conversation, and I 
asked for no explanation. The corn- 
pan)' soon dispersed. Early in the 
morning I called on a man in the neigh- 
borhood, with whom I had some business 
to transact. Soon a gentleman rode up to 
the door, wishing to know if I was a minis- 
ter stating that a woman had died the day 
before, and wishing me to stay and attend 
the funeral ; to which I consented, and 
learned the following particulars : J. B , 
the inhuman husband of the deceased, 
was the son of a tavern-keeper on the 
island, and was early addicted to habits 
of intemperance. He had been married 
to Miss B. four or five years. Notwith- 
standing his early habits of dissipation, 
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prudent till he was married. He then 
gave himself up to his cups and carous- 
als, neglected his business, scattering 
and destroying, spending much of his 
time in the town of Kingston, in a place 
noted for gambling and intemperance. 
It was not long before the last of his 
property * tottered upon a single card.' 
He sold the clothing out of his own house 
for rum, and his wife was left to contend 
with poverty and despair. He soon be- 
came the most abandoned of drunkards 
I ever saw. He not only seemed to 
have forgotten to provide for his family, 
but it became his delight to rob his for- 
saken wife of every little comfort she 
might earn, or receive from a benevolent 
friend. He lived on the western side of 
the island in a log hut. It stood upon a 
rise, exposed to the northern blast that 
sweeps along the entire length of the On- 
tario. Almost perpetually the howling 
tempest beat upon the lonely and shat- 
tered dwelling. The rolling waves of 
the Ontario were seen at a distance 
dashing their foam upon huge banks of 
ice, and the roar of waters and storm 
added to the dismal gloom that reigned 
within a drunkard's home. 

" Here lived the unfortunate female 
whose unhappy fate I am about to de- 
scribe. She had been married and con- 
fined to the prison-house of a drunkard 
for near five years. Ah, hapless woman ! 
little did she think when she gave her- 
self to the man she tenderly loved, and 
who promised to protect her, that he 
was soon to become to her the source of 
a thousand woes. With the pencil of 
fancy she had drawn the scenes of a fu- 
ture life, and they were tinged with sun- 
shine. But soon she learned that the 
husband of her youth was a drunkard, 
and what could she expect? Despair 
settled upon her brow, and anguish 
wrung her bleeding heart. Not one ray 
of hope shed its glimmering upon her 
solitary path. As if destined to woes, 
with her sorrows her cares increased. 
Two infant children demanded her at- 
tention and her tears, the yo-unger of 
which was but a few weeks old when 
its mother fell a victim to neglect and 
despair. 

''And here let simple narrative tell her 
tale of woe. When her infant was about 
ten days old, she was under the necessi- 
ty of going out through drifts, and snow, 
and piercing winds, to gather fuel to 
keep from freezing — her husband was 
gone on a drunken frolic. She took a 



severe cold, and was confined to a bed 
of straw (for such it literally was). No 
longer able to walk, or even to sit up, 
early one morning, as her brutal hus- 
band was setting off for the tavern to 
spend the day, she expostulated with 
him, and endeavored to impress upon 
his mind her distressed and critical 
condition. She seemed to succeed. 
But, oh! delusive hope. She told him 
she must have assistance soon, or her 
stay in the land of the living was short. 
He seemed to feel. She prevailed on 
him to go for medical aid. He crossed the 
river St. Lawrence on the ice to Kings- 
ton (a distance of four miles) and ob- 
tained a vial of medicine at the apothe- 
cary's store, and left in haste for his sick 
family. He was returning with appa- 
rent concern, and was passing the 
Corner of the street, when one of his asso- 
ciates in profligacy, looking through the 
window of a contemptible grog-shop, 
saw his comrade passing and called him 
to take something to drink. 

Although the inebriate knew that the 
relief, if not the life of his family, de- 
pended on his speedy return— his help- 
less family being entirely alone, and 
none of his neighbors had knowledge of 
his absence — yet this miserable wretch, 
on hearing the sound of rum, and an 
invitation to partake of the crimson 
poison, soon forgot a suffering wife and 
helpless infant, left by him in the jaws 
of death. He entered the sink of woe 
and crime, where demons in human form 
are wont to meet and hold midnight 
revelry. Here he remained in a drunken 
frolic for several days, during which it 
was extremely cold, and there was a 
heavy fall of snow. No one called at his 
house during the storm, supposing that 
he was at home with his family. The 
fire was out — no friend to render assist- 
ance : not even the call of a stranger to 
give relief. On her bed of straw, with 
an infant on each arm, and a few shreds 
of covering, lay the sufferer, pierced 
with hunger and cold ; the bed, fireplace, 
and floor were all covered to some 
depth by the drifting snow. On the 
third or fourth day he returned with the 
little medicine and a bottle of rum. 
The snow had so drifted that it was with 
difficulty he entered his house. All 
within was silent as the house of death. 
It is said that the fingers of the eldest 
babe were stiffened to marble, and the 
tear-drop had frozen upon the infant's 
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wept — life still flickered within them all. 
In this situation he found his neglected 
and perishing family. He was intoxi- 
cated when he returned — set his medi- 
cine and bottle of rum on the shelf, and 
immediately left for his father's family 
(nearly half a mile distant), told his 
mother the fire had gone out, and his 
wife was at home sick, and he wished 
she would go over and see her ; at 
the same time stepped into his father's 
bar, and took a glass of brandy. As he 
came out he staggered and fell, and 
there he spent the afternoon. 

His mother was unfortunately given 
to habits of intemperance, and was then 
under the influence of ardent spirits. 
However, with fire and fuel she set out 
for the abode of distress. She found the 
woman and children speechless, badly 
frozen, and apparently in the agonies of 
death. With some difficulty she made 
a fire, and threw a brick and stone into 
the flames, and while they were heating 
she discovered the rum. Being exceed- 
ingly chilled, she drank freely of it, 
and thought it would do her good ; but 
it only deprived her of reason. By this 
time the heated brick and stone became 
burning hot, and the drunken mother 
applied them to the naked feet of the 
dying woman. I will only add that in 
about thirty minutes the kindest mes- 
senger from heaven came to her relief; 
that messenger was death. 

" It fell to my lot to deliver the fune- 
ral discourse of this unfortunate female. 
The feelings of my heart on this occa- 
sion I will not attempt to describe. 
When the lid of the coffin was removed, 
and many weeping eyes were casting 
painful looks on her who had fallen a 
victim to the cruelties of intemperance, 
I saw the husband (the author of her 
hapless fate) stagger up to the coffin, 
and, to all appearance, with a heart as 
unmoved, and an eye as tearless, as the 
cold and lovely form on which he fixed 
his drunken gaze. We all proceeded to 
the burying-ground, and I felt a pleasure 
in seeing the coffin consigned to its 
peaceful abode. But when I dismissed 
the audience in the Christian form, with 
my eyes I saw that drunken maniac 
stagger over the fresh grave of his bosom 
companion. My heart failed and my 
spirit moved within me, and I could 
not refrain from exclaiming in my heart, 
Almighty God ! if it is thy will that man 
should suffer in this life, impose on me 
what evil seemeth good in thy sight. 



Let me live in the cottage of poverty all 
my days, and have naught but the bread 
of sorrow to eat, and when I am thirst- 
ing on a dry, parched desert, let me find 
no water but my own bitter tears ; and 
when my enemies pursue me, and seek 
my reputation and my life, and I fly for 
protection to my last friend, let him for- 
sake me — let all this come upon me, if I 
must suffer; but, O gracious heaven! 
deliver me from the all-devouring and 
overwhelming fate of a drunkard." 



The Sailor Beggar. 

" One day," said John Tappan, Esq., 
of Boston, "a hearty sailor begged of 
a gentleman in the street sixpence to 
purchase a glass of grog, and was clam- 
orous for the money. The gentleman 
took the sailor into a baker's shop and 
offered him a loaf of bread, but it was re- 
fused, although the sailor declared he 
had eaten nothing for two days. As the 
sailor was evidently under the influence 
of liquor, he was told he had taken too 
much already, and ought to know better 
than to make a beast of himself. He 
drew up his sleeve and said, 'There is 
my name, and I am not ashamed of it. 
My father has been governor of the 
State of New York, and I have been in 
Yale and Union colleges, and have had 
a good education, but for years I have 
led a dissolute life, and four days ago 
came into this port with the wages of a 
nine months' voyage in my pocket, 
amounting to one hundred and ninety 
dollars, but it is all gone to the keeper 
of a sailor boarding-house, and in the 

company which I met at Mother s's, 

and now I must try another voyage.' " 



The Shield of Law. 

A liquor-seller once said to James 
Aiken, of Lewisburg, Penn. : " Sir, if 
you will place yourself from under the 
protection of the law, I will give you a 
sound thrashing." Aiken, who had a 
ready wit and no fear, and who has done 
great service in the good cause, replied, 
" I would be a great fool to get from 
under the shield of the law ; for it was 
made to protect me against such fellows 
as you." 



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The Secret Sin of the Beautiful Bride. 

There was a beautiful young girl, the 
daughter of a squireen or small proprie- 
tor in Ireland, whose story I will tell 
you. Her parents were dead, and she 
and the brother, who hired the little 
property, lived together in the large 
mansion house, fast falling into de- 
cay from want of the means to repair 
it. The brother was a keen sportsman, 
and was daily to be seen with dog and 
gun on the moor or by the lakeside, in 
pursuit of his favorite amusement, and 
generally accompanied by the pretty 
little sister, who, bold and spirited, as 
Irish girls often are, would without fear 
mount the wildest horse in the country, 
and not unfrequently shoot her bird and 
spear her salmon in laughing rivalry of 
her brother. Nor would I blame her for 
this. She had been reared up among 
men, and was better used to their rude 
sports than to more feminine occupa- 
tions, which, indeed, she had no oppor- 
tunity to learn. Well for her had the 
harm ended here ! The house was 
situated in a wild, lonely country, no 
neighbors living within a circuit of 
several miles. The brother, after a long 
day's sport, liked to have one to sit with 
him at night, and talk over the day's 
amusement ; and who should do so so 
naturally as the young girl who had 
shared in the excitement and fatigue ? 
But talking produces thirst ; and the 
young man took his glass of strong, 
warm potheen punch, and gave a little 
share to his sister. Thus began a taste 
for drink that by slow, gradual, yet sure 
degrees gained upon her, till it was a 
craving, continual and increasing, and 
the young man shuddered at his work. 
In the course of a distant shooting ram- 
ble they met with an English gentleman 
who had come to Ireland to enjoy its 
wild sports. Struck with the girl's 
beauty and freshness, he obtained an 
introduction to the brother, and, after 
several interviews had deepened into 
affection the impression made by her 
natural loveliness and arch simplicity, 
he offered her his hand. Now came the 
horrid moment of explanation ; for the 
brother, though poor, was a gentleman 
and man of honor, who felt he could 
not in silence permit his sister to become 
the wife of one honorable and high-born, 
and leave him to find out, when too late 
for remedy, that he had taken a drunk- 
ard to his bosom. Powerful was the 
struggle in the lover's breast. Under 



any circumstances, the daughter of a 
petty landholder would run the risk of 
being looked down upon by his family, 
and now, with her dreadful failing, what 
would they say and think ? But love 
prevailed over reason ; and a bargain 
was made that she should have six 
months' probation in the house of a lady 
in Dublin, whom he could trust with the 
secret, and who, as his friend, would do 
her utmost to make his Anna as good 
as she was lovely. Meantime, they were 
not to meet or to correspond ; but if 
all went well, in six months he was to 
claim her as his wife. 

Time passed, and at length a letter 
from his friend told him that the evil 
seemed cured ; that never once, since 
Anna came under her roof, had she 
seen cause to suspect a relapse into her 
former grievous sin ; but sorrowfully 
hinted that the poor girl's health seemed 
sinking from some unknown cause — 
that she refused all medical advice, and 
was evidently wasting away; and the 
lady concluded by saying, " I think it 
proceeds partly from shame of the past, 
and partly from a desire to see you." It 
is needless to say that the journey to 
Dublin was no longer delayed. It was 
late at night when he reached his friend's 
house, and Anna, feeling unwell, had 
retired to bed. But her hostess said 
she would venture to disturb her, and 
bring her news of the welcome arrival. 
In a moment she returned with horror 
strongly depicted on her countenance. 
" I fear," she said, " that something 
terrible has happened. She lies in a 
stupor, and I cannot awaken her." 
The gentleman followed, with hurried 
steps, to the bed-chamber. Anna lay 
on her couch, stretched stiffly out, a 
filmy glaze dimming those lustrous 
eyes, and a burning, hectic spot showing 
brightly on each sunken cheek. Her 
lover shuddered, thinking death had 
been busy in that chamber. Alas ! a 
kiss upon the parched lip revealed to 
his shuddering mind the awful truth 
that the stupor was not that of death, 
but of intoxication ! Shocking was the 
fact now brought out by questioning 
the reluctant servants. At night, while 
her unsuspecting hostess slept, she, hid- 
den by the cloud of darkness, indulged 
in the secret sin, which had worked out 
its deadly errand, undermining her 
strength, and sapping the vital powers, 
till her constitution was now decayed — 
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but a brief space afterwards he who had 
come full of buoyant hope to lead his 
reclaimed bride to the altar, now fol- 
lowed her poor corpse to the funeral 
vault, only too glad her shame was hid- 
den in its dark shades. — A Womaris 
Plea for Temperance. 



Taverns Seven Hundred Years Ago, 

The following description of a drink 
ing tavern or groggery is in the seventh 
part of the confession of the Waldenses 
and Albigenses, composed at least as 
far back as the year 11 20. It will be 
seen that strong drink holds its own, 
and that the fruits thereof are as deadly 
and destroying now as they were in an- 
cient days. 

" A tavern is the fountain of sin, the 
school of the devil ; it works wonders 
fitting the place. It is the manner of 
God to show his power in the church 
and to work miracles ; that is to say, to 
give sight to the blind, to make the 
lame go, the dumb to speak, the deaf to 
hear. But the devil doth quite contrary 
to all this in a tavern ; for when a drunk- 
ard goeth to a tavern, he goeth uprightly, 
but when he cometh forth he cannot go 
at all, and he hath lost his sight, his hear- 
ing, and his speech. The lectures that 
are read in this school of the devil are, 
gluttonies, oaths, perjuries, lyings, and 
blasphemies, and divers other villanies ; 
for in a tavern are quarrels, slanders, 
contentions, murders." 



A Truth Mated. 

" If you had avoided rum," said a 
wealthy though not intelligent grocer 
to his intemperate neighbor, " your early 
habits cf industry and intellectual abil- 1 
ities would now have permitted you to 
ride in your carriage." 

" And if you had never sold rum for 
me to buy," replied the bacchanal, " you 
would have been my driver." 



The Oldest Temperance Pledge, 

The oldest pledge of temperance is 
found in the Bible, Jeremiah, chap, j 
xxxv., and the words were spoken by i 
the Rechabites : " We will drink no | 
wine ; we, nor our wives, nor 
for ever." 



The Temperance Boy and the Lady. 

No is the countersign to virtue It 
requires a great deal of firmness to say 
no. 

" Here, my dear, drink a glass of wine," 
said a lady, as she handed a glass of cham- 
pagne to a bright boy. 

" No, thank you, ma'am, I belong to 
the cold-water band," replied the boy. 

" I'll give you a dime if you'll drink 
it," said a gentleman, who wanted to 
test the little teetotaler's strength. 

" Oh ! no, sir," replied the boy, " I 
would not break my pledge for a hun- 
dred dimes ! " 

Noble young teetotaler ! How many 
of our readers are as true as he ? 



Father Taylor and the Insolent 
Rowdy. 

While Edward T. Taylor was deliver- 
ing one of his temperance lectures, a 
well-known drunkard present, disliking 
some of his remarks, commenced hiss- 
ing. Father Ta)dor turned the atten- 
tion cf the audience to him, and then 
said in his own peculiar way, as he 
pointed to him, " There's a red nose get 
into cold water. Don't you hear it 
hiss ? " 



sons, 



Temperance Declaration of Indepen- 
dence. 

This declaration was made at a tem- 
perance meeting, and reads thus : 

Whereas, in the course of human 
events, it has become necessary that an 
enslaved community should dissolve the 
bonds of king and subject, and a decent 
respect for the opinions of mankind re- 
quires that we should declare the causes 
which impelled us to the separation. 

We hold these truths to be self- 
evident : That all men are born free 
and equal, and that they are endowed < 
by their Creator with certain inalienable 
rights, among which are these : that 
every man has a right to appease hunger 
and quench thirst with that which is 
best adapted to the human constitution ; 
that no man shall be compelled to swal- 
low that which distorts his features, 
bloats his visage, burns his stomach, 
blasts his reputation, ruins his worldly 
prospects, destroys his domestic hap- 
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heart, maddens his brain, and digs his 
grave. 

The history of King Alcohol is a his- 
tory of repeated wrongs, outrages, and 
oppressions, all having in direct object 
the establishment ol absolute tyranny 
over us. 

To prove this, let facts be submitted 
to a candid world : 

He refuses to allow us to use the best 
of all beverages, cold water. 

He refuses to assist us when weak 
and overcome in his service, and, when 
fallen by the wayside, will leave us to 
die like dogs in the gutter. 

He gives us an ever-craving longing 
for poison, and deprives us of appetite 
I for the good and wholesome things in- 
\ tended for man's sustenance. 

He makes the nose a light-house, 
and the face a rumseller's advertise- 
ment. 

He picks our pockets and clothes us 
in rags. 

He steals our friends and doubles 
our enemies. 

He feeds us from the bottle and lod- 
ges us in the open street. 

He deprives us of employment and 
steals our livelihood. 

He heats us in summer and freezes 
us in winter. 

He sends sickness and pain and takes 
health and strength. 

He makes our houses ruins and our 
lands deserts. 

He stamps decay on our frames and 
burning shame on our hearts. 

He makes our bodies wrecks and our 
homes mad-houses. 

He sends deep woe to our fathers and 
broken hearts to our mothers. 

He sends our wives to the grave and 
our children to the poor-house. 

He makes life a loathsome burden 
and death a maddening thought. 

He sends unnumbered curses and 
denies one real advantage. 

A king whose character is thus mark- 
ed by every act which may define a 
tyrant is utterly unfit to govern human 
beings. 

We, therefore, in sobriety and sanity 
.assembled, now declare that we are, and 
of a right ought to be, free and indepen- 
dent ; that we are hereby absolved from 
all allegiance to King Alcohol ; that, 
sink or swim, live or die, survive or 
perish, we are for independence — inde- 
pendence now, and independence for 
ever ; and in support of this declaration, 



we pledge ourselves to wage unceasing 
hostility, that in prosperity and adver- 
sity, in public and private, at home and 
abroad, on land and on sea, we will hold 
ourselves ever in battle array. 

We therefore now hold King Alcohol 
as we hold other poisons — a death-foe 
in health, in sickness to be used only by 
medical advice ; and with this solemn 
declaration of our independence of, and 
our final separation from him, we now 
proclaim that we will make no compro- 
mise, consent to no truce, listen to no 
terms of peace ; that our wrongs are 
unpardonable, our enmity undying, and 
our war eternal and exterminating. 



General Zachary Taylor. 

General Taylor's name is immortal- 
ized. His history is closely identified 
with that of his country. He was a hero. 
His sending word to the enemy, " Gen- 
eral Taylor never surrenders," will never 
be forgotten. It is treasured up among 
the national household words, like 
Commodore Perry's " We have met the 
enemy, and they are ours, " and Captain 
Lawrence's " Don't give up the ship." 

General Taylor was also a moral hero 
— a temperance hero — and when he died 
it might have been well said over his re- 
mains : 

" I Tow sleep the brave who sink to rest 
W ith all their country's wishes blest ?" 

A paper makes the following aver- 
ments concerning the life and habits of 
General Taylor: "Never chewed to- 
bacco never drank rum, never smoked 
a cigar, never owed a man a cent, 
never was sued, never sued any one 
himself, never was dunned, never dun- 
ned anybody, and never lost a battle." 

THE TAYLOR JUG. 

A gentleman travelling at the West 
met an emigrant journeying with his 
family to the fertile regions beyond the 
Mississippi. He had all his goods 
packed in wagons, and on one load there 
hung a huge jug with the bottom broken 
out. He asked the stranger why he 
carried that with him. " Why," said he, 
" that is my Taylor jug." "And what is 
a Taylor jug?" he enquired. "Why," 
said he, " I had a son with General Tr.y- 
lor's army in Mexico, and the old gen- 
tleman always told him to carry his whis- 
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since then I have carried my jug as 3^011 
see it, and I find it the best invention I 
ever met with." " Now," said Rev. Dr. 
Stephen H. Tyng, who related the anec- 
dote, " if our presidents, governors, and 
legislators would only carry such whis- 
key-jugs as this Western emigrant car- 
ried — if their jug had no bottom in it — 
we should have much less drunkenness 
and misery. It is their example that 
does more mischief than rumsellers do," 



Rev- Edward T. Taylor, 

THE SAILOR PREACHER. 

The Rev. Edward T. Taylor, the far 
fam^d sailor preacher of Boston, I knew 
very well. I have heard him preach, 
and heard him make most effective tem- 
perance speeches. 

He was an original genius, full of 
pleasantry and wit. 

At one of his prayer-meetings a black 
man occupying a back seat rose and 
spoke briefly and effectively. When he 
sat down, Father Taylor exclaimed, " I 
knew we should have a refreshing 
shower when I saw that black cloud 
arising." 

After a very windy roan had made a 
long, dull, dry, uninteresting, unprofit- 
able talk, Mr. Taylor, when the man had 
taken his seat, said, " Now I wish some 
one would speak who has something to 
say." 

He was just as witty on the subject of 
temperance, and he would tell some of 
the most thrilling and pathetic stories 
about intemperance among the sailors. 

EVILS OF INTEMPERANCE. 

In 1846, in the old Broadway Taber- 
nacle, I heard Mr. Taylor deliver an ad- 
dress of rare beauty and power. He 
described in glowing colors the evil of 
intemperance. He showed what a dig- 
nified being man was — the lord of crea- 
tion. He showed how rum degraded 
this noble being so he could strike his 
mother and seize hold of the gray locks 
of an aged father ; that, however amiable 
he may naturally be, rum changes him 
so he becomes a devil, an incarnate fiend. 
He said, " He is degraded, ruined, for- 
saken. He despises himself, and he is 
abhorred by others. Fortune throws 
him out of her lap, and protection folds 
in her arms and refuses to encircle him. 
Drunkenness not only injures the 



body, but ruins the soul. - No drunk- 
ard shall inherit the kingdom of God' ; 
and there is only one other place where 
they can go." 

He showed that the cause was retail- 
ing ardent spirits; that there were " eight 
thousand slaughter-pens in the city of 
New York, and they all had their cus- 
tomers. Gentlemen with their sons are 
there, the rich are there, the poor are 
there. The law throws its arms of pro- 
tection around those who keep these 
slaughter-pens, and makes their busi- 
ness respectable." 

THE DRUNKARD AND THE DRUNKARD - 
MAKER. 

Speaking of cause and effect, he says : 
" When a man is intoxicated, he is 
insane ; he cannot discern between good 
and evil. Yet if he steals, we imprison 
him ; if he murders, we hang him. 

" What do you do with the man who 
causes him to murder ; who puts mur- 
der into his heart, and stimulates him to 
do the deed? You protect him in his 
lawful business. You sign his applica- 
tion for the renewal of his license, or 
you send him to Congress. All this in 
America, the paradise of the world, the 
only free country upon which the sun of 
heaven ever shone ; ' The land of the free 
and the home of the brave.' 

" You hang the effect and let the 
cause go. I go for hanging both." 

THEIR PUNISHMENT. 

" What shall be done with those who 
keep these slaughter-pens? I go for 
serving them as old Rough-and-Ready 
was for serving a rumseller who followed 
General Taylor's army into Mexico. He 
found that he was selling liquor to the 
soldiers and making them intoxicated. 
He went to him and told him if he did not 
quit that business, he would kick him 
into the United States. The sailor 
preacher said : "I go for kicking them 
the other way. Kick them over the Rocky 
Mountains, and then on to the shores of 
the Pacific; and then give them one more 
kick into the ocean, and then enquire, 
as the Quaker did, ' Friend, canst thou 
swim?'" 



The Teetotaler and his Medicine. 

A teetotaler of Cork had a severe 
attack of illness, and, among other 
complaints, water on the chest. He 



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called a physician, who, among other 
medicines, prescribed whiskey-punch. 
He purchased some bottles of liquor, 
and locked them up safe at home in his 
cupboard, taking the medicine regular- 
ly, as prescribed, but not touching the 
whiskey. After a time the doctor told 
him to discontinue the whiskey, and take 
instead certain Drogheda ale, which he 
would purchase of very superior quality 
at a certain shop in the city ; of this also, 
fearing the doctor might enquire, he 
purchased a few bottles, and locked 
them up safely with the whiskey. In a 
short time the teetotaler got quite well, 
and his case was spoken of as a most 
remarkable recovery, of course attribut- 
ed to the virtues of the liquor. When 
the doctor paid his last visit, the man 
thanked him for his kindness, and told 
him he had done all he had desired 
him, except in two instances. " What 
were those?" said the doctor, looking 
very angry. "Why, sir, I did not take 
the whiskey-punch nor the ale." " You 
did not ! " said the doctor, looking at 
him. "And why did you not?" "Why, 
sir," said the teetotaler, "I believe that 
any person who gives up intoxicating 
drink for the love and honor of the 
Saviour will never have occasion to 
take them again." " Is that your faith? " 
said the doctor. " It is, sir." " Then 
it was your faith that saved you, and 
answered all the purposes of the whis- 
key-punch and ale." — Bristol Herald. 



Thrilling Adventure of a Young 
Lady. 

The following singular story is from 
the Palmer, Mass., Journal : 

11 In one of the most sober towns of 
Hampshire County, where the Maine 
Law is strictly observed, the keeper of 
cue of the hotels has, for several months 
past, kept a bottle or two of liquor in 
the bed where he sleeps, taking care to 
remove them every night when he went 
to bed, and replace them when he got 
up in the morning. A few days since, 
having replenished his bottles, and not 
having a good opportunity to carry them 
to their old quarters, he slipped them 
under the bolster of one of the beds re- 
served for travellers, and, being called 
out of town to spend the following 
night, forgot to remove them. It unfor- 
tunately happened that a young lady 



traveller stopped at the hotel for the 
night, and was conducted by an unsus- 
pecting servant-girl to the room where 
the liquors had been deposited. As the 
evening grew late, the young lady went 
to bed and was soon fast asleep, little 
dreaming of the mischievous spirits 
which were working under her pillow. 
About midnight, when all had become 
still, the secreted liquor— owing to the 
heat of the weather or the genial warmth 
imparted to it by the gentle sleeper — ex- 
panded to such a degree as to defy 
longer confinement. Pop ! pop ! went 
the corks of both bottles, almost simulta- 
neously, making a noise as loud as the 
report of as many pistols, and awaken- 
ing the fair sleeper, who sprang from 
! the bed, uttering such wild and terrific 
! screams that every person in the house 
j was immediately aroused. The moon 
I shone bright enough for the lady to dis- 
cover the red liquid upon her night- 
dress, and, with the conviction that she 
had been shot, she fainted and fell to the 
floor. A dozen servants immediately 
burst into the lady's rocm, and were 
horrified at finding her lying upon the 
floor, weltering in blood. All believed 
that some awful tragedy had been en- 
acted — that she had either committed 
suicide or been cruelly murdered. A 
light, however, convinced them that she 
still breathed. No time was lost in 
sending for a surgeon, while the half- 
dressed inmates of the house commenc- 
ed a search for the assassin or the in- 
strument which had been employed to 
perpetrate the horrid deed. On exr.m- 
ingthe bed, it was found to be drenched 
with what was supposed to be the bleed 
of the young lady ; but a strong smell 
of brandy caused some one to investi- 
gate a little further, when the two bot- 
tles — one partially filled with red 
wine and the other with brandy— were 
discovered under the pillow. How the 
doctor came, how the lady recovered, 
and how the landlord tried to hush up 
the affair the next day, can be better im- 
agined than we can describe." 



Two Drunkards Reformed. 

" I am glad," said I, " captain, to see 
that you use no strong drink now ; for, 
three years ago, I remember to have 
solemnly warned and exhorted you to 
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or it would have killed me ; and now I 
have left off selling the vile stuff." 

Of course I congratulated this very 
amiable and worthy citizen, whom I saw 
in a village of New Jersey not many 
days since, and encouraged him to ad- 
here to his good resolution of total ab- 
stinence. 

" But," continued the captain, " I've 
got a good anecdote to tell you." 

" About whom ? " said I. 

" About yourself," resumed he. " Do 
you not remember, when you was in my 
store three years ago, to have seen there 
a carpenter,' a large, stout man, who was 
then a great drunkard ?" 

I told him that I did remember the 
carpenter, and that I had some conver- 
sation with him; but could not recall 
a single expression. 

" Why," said the captain. " the fellow 
was the greatest drunkard I ever knew ; 
he would drink two quarts of whiskey 
a day, and by four every afternoon was 
past work. He asked you once and 
again, by way of insolence, what would 
become of the drunkards ; when you 
turned upon him, and said, ' Now, let 
me tell you, my friend, that you must 
either damn rum, or rum will damn 
you ; for one or the other of you will 
soon be damned for ever.' Your words, 
sir, stuck with him ; and I don't believe 
he has been drunk since. He is now a 
member of the temperance society, and 
doss not drink a drop." 

I could only reply to the captain, 
11 This is good news indeed ; and I thank 
God I was enabled to make so profitable 
a speech." 



A Terrible Case of Delirium 
Tremens. 

A most striking and distressing case 
of this frightful and horrid malady having 
occurred in Rome, Oneida Co,. N.Y., 
I have thought it might prove interest- 
ing and useful to spread the same before 
your readers. The individual was in 
the prime of life, and might, under the 
blessing of temperate habits have been 
spared for many years. He was taken 
about a week previous to his death, and 
was soon writhing in the anticipated 
agonies of the second death. Visions 
of serpents, fire, and everything most 
horrid, played around him in frightful 
hcrror ; and his agony and distress in 



these seasons was appalling. In stand- 
ing by his bedside, his eyes were shoot- 
ing forth the fires that were raging within, 
and his shrieks the most horrid that can 
well be imagined. 

During his attack he. walked into the 
street, a perfect maniac. Yet, while in 
that condition, he found some one vile 
enough to thrust the cup to his lips, and 
he was returned to his house intoxicated 
as well as a maniac. His wife said to 
the writer of this that she wished those 
who had fed his raging thirst, and had 
brought him on his bed of anguish and 
death, might but witness his deep throes 
of agony, his horror at the pictures of 
imagination. But, no ; when he had 
spent all his substance, as this man lit- 
erally had, for the poison which had 
proved his ruin— for he had wasted a 
snug little patrimony — they turned away 
and said, '• He might as well die ; no one 
would mourn for him ! " They could 
not be persuaded to visit his bedside ; 
but that was left to those who had often 
warned him of his danger, and without 
effect. When will the public mind 
awake to this subject, and come out and 
adopt the principle of total abstinence 
from all that can intoxicate ? J. 



Tremendous Appeal. 

A young man of extraordinary genius, 
who was graduated at Princeton with the 
first distinction, was seen by a party of 
students, in less than one short year, 
lying in the street — his brow, so recently 
crowned with the laurels of the college, 
now begrimed with dirt. On observing 
in the young men a disposition to make 
themselves merry at his expense, with 
some effort he raised himself a little, 
and, supported on his elbows, addressed 
them in language like this : " Young 
men, I once stood erect, and walked 
firmly on the ground as you do now. 
Had I been told but a )-ear ago that I 
should be found in my present con- 
dition, I should have contemned the 
prophet, and exclaimed, as did one of 
old, ' Is thy servant a dog, that he should 
do this thing?' It is ardent spirit, fit 
only to be concocted in hell and swal- 
lowed by devils, that has prostrated me 
in this vile mud and made me despise 
myself. Laugh not at a poor ruined 
wretch, who can no longer control the 
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admonished by his example ; and as 
you regard your reputation, as you love 
yourselves, beware of the first glass, be- 
ware of the college wine party, the morn- 
ing dram, and the evening potation." 



A Tale of Woe. 

Thurlow W. Brown, of the Cayuga 
Chief, comments thus : " A young, well- 
dressed, gentlemanly-appearing man, 
with a lovely wife and child, had jour- 
neyed on the same train with us from 
Buffalo. At , in spite of the ear- 
nest and tearful protestations of his 
wife, he would leave the depot, as he said, 
'on business.' From the wife's man- 
ner we readily guessed what she thought 
his business was. For a long hour she 
stood with her boy in her arms, await- 
ing his return, the tears, in spite of all 
her efforts, silently dropping upon the 
cheek of her sleeping child. He came 
just as the train started — drunk. He 
lurched towards the platform, fell upon 
the rail, and his head was severed from 
his body. Never in life shall we for- 
get the expression of the wife's coun- 
tenance, as she stood a moment, her 
features pale and ghastly, and then fell 
senseless upon the gory and smoking 
form of her husband. The wail of the 
fatherless boy touched every heart, for 
not one who looked upon the scene 
could refrain from weeping. Had an 
assassin robbed the wife and child of a 
husband and father at such a moment, 
the enraged populace would have 
lynched him on the spot. But he was 
killed "by authority." He died a legal 
death. The butchery was licensed. 
The price of blood was in the rum- 
seller's till. A few pennies' worth of 
property was saved to him, but a hus- 
band, father, and citizen destroyed. 



Truth Forcibly Spoken. 

There is a striking philosophical truth 
in the following paragraph in the New 
York Mirror : 

"The most eloquent and effective lec- 
tures on the subject of temperance are 
those addressed to the eye. To see a 
man of splendid intellect staggering 
about the streets, like a ' star shot 



madly from its sphere, and abusing 
his best friends, is a sight more melan- 
choly than death. We never could 
laugh at a drunken man, though wit 
may sparkle from him in his cups. It 
is a sight deplorable to gods and men, 
and to the relatives and friends of the 
fallen one, it is a grief which neither 
words nor tears can adequately express. 
We have witnessed some instances of 
late that were melancholy and painful 
in the extreme. For the poor degraded 
victims wee an only feel an infinite pity. 
" We witnessed on Monday, in Front 
Street, a scene, if possible, more painful 
than that indicated above — an aged 
mother, as she appeared to be, holding 
on to the arm of her staggering son, as 
if buoyed up by a mother's hope, and 
determined not to give him up. Oh ! 
the trials of the drunkard's mother," 



Tapering Off. 

There is no greater error, no sadder 
mistake, than the idea of tapering off 
in drinking intoxicating liquors. Many 
have tried it, but they taper on ; they 
increase the "dose. This has been the 
case with thousands upon thousands of 
mistaken souls. I am reminded of a 
gentleman who had a dog with a long 
tail, and going away from home to re- 
main several days, he ordered his servant 
to cut <>\i the dog's tail. When he re- 
turned, his wife said to him, " My dear, 
I wonder what ails our dog ; for every 
morning, about such an hour, he has 
howled most dreadfully." He called 
his servant to him, and enquired, "Did 
you cut off that dog's tail ? " " Yes," he 
answered, " I cut off a little piece of it 
every morning." " Why did ) r ou net 
cut it all off at once?" " Because I was 
afraid it would hurt him." 



Touching Appeal. 

A merchant in New York City was 
fast becoming intemperate, and this was 
a subject of conversation and regret 
with those who knew him. Living in 
the upper part of the city, he returned 
home from his store, and a sweet little 
daughter of his got up on his lap, and 
kissed him and patted his cheek, and 
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filled her blue eyes, and she said, " You 
are not a drunkard, are you, pa ? " He 
covered his face and wept, and from 
that hour abandoned his cups. The 
touching appeal of his sweet little j 
daughter did the business for him. Some 
child at the school had said to her, 
u Your father is a drunkard," and it 
like to have broken her little heart. 



Taking a Day to Himself. 

A deacon of a church in Ohio, who 
had maintained a fair religious character 
for many years, was found by one of 
his neighbors one day drunk in the road i 
alongside of the fence. Said he, " Dea- 
con, how did this happen?" The! 
deacon said, " I have been sober and 
tried to serve the Lord for many years, j 
but I thought I would take a day to j 
myself." Alas ! most of the sprees, j 
blowouts, free-and-easies, scrapes, and j 
difficulties men get into, especially in 
regard to intemperance, arise from men 
" taking a day to themselves." 



has nothing but rags upon him, his 
watch is gone, and his shoes afford free 
passage to the water. There stands a 
drunkard ; and here stands a teetotaler, 
with a good hat, good shoes, good 
clothes, and a good watch, all paid for. 
Yes, here stands a teetotaler ! And 
now, my friends, which has the best of 
it?" The bystanders testified their ap- 
proval of the teetotaler by loud shouts, 
while the crestfallen drunkard slunk 
away, happy to escape further castiga- 
tion. 



The Toper's Opinion. 

" I think," said an old toper, com- 
menting upon the habits of a young 
man who was fast making a beast of 
himself, " when a man reaches a certain 
pint in drinkin', he ort to stop." " Well, 
I think," said another, "he ought to 
stop before he reaches a pint." 



The Teetotaler and the Drunkard. 

A drunkard assailed a Washingtoni- 
an, but could only say, " There goes a 
teetotaler !" The gentleman waited 
until the crowd had collected, and then, 
turning upon the drunkard, said, " There 
stands a drunkard ! Three years ago 
he had a sum of $800 ; now he cannot 
produce a penny. I know he cannot. 
I challenge him to do it ; for if he had 
a penny he would be at a public-house. 
There stands a drunkard and here 
stands a teetotaler, with a purse full 
of money, honestly earned and careful- 
ly kept. There stands a drunkard ! 
Three years ago he had a watch, a 
coat, shoes, and decent clothes ; now he 



Terrible Results from a Small Cause. 

" Behold how great a matter a little 
fire kindleth." Henry Ferguson and 
Ephraim Tally had jointly bought a 
quart of liquor, and received in change 
two cents. A dispute originated as to 
the distribution of the change. Fergu- 
son demanded both cents ; but Tally 
was willing to give him but one. A 
dispute, therefore, about a single cent, 
cost one of the parties his life, made the 
other a murderer, and sent him for 
twelve years to the penitentiary. But 
the liquor, the abominable whiskey, 
was no doubt the real cause of all this 
woe. 



gun- 
" This 



The Two Sailors. 

Two sailors were sitting on the 
wale of their ship drinking grog, 
is meat and drink," said Jack, and fell 
overboard as he was speaking. " And 
now you've got washing and lodging," 
coolly replied Tom. 



The Two Physicians. 

There lived in Berkshire County, 
Mass., two physicians of considerable 
skill and eminence. One of them used 
no spirituous liquors, the other drank 
freely ; and while the one had acquired 
considerable property, the other remain- 
ed poor. 

Meeting each other one day, when 
the former was returning from a dis- 
tant town with a well-made and richly- 
painted carriage, the latter accosted 

him t^us : " Doctor , how do )^ou 

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so costly a marner? I have been in 
practice as long and extensively as you, 
and charge as much, but I can hardly 
live and drive the old one." "The 
paint on my carriage didn't cost half as 
much as the paint on your face." 



A Tip-Top Life. 

A young man who is serving out 
a term in the Michigan State prison has 
written a long letter to his friends, 
dwelling upon the causes which led 
him into crime, and summing up the 
conditions of " tip-top life," as under- 
stood by rapid young gentlemen. He 
says : " You may not comprehend this 
term, but let me explain. By living 
a tip-top life is meant, first, to be idle ; 
second, to drink whiskey or anything 
else, and of course get drunk ; third, 
to frequent all places of coarse fun, such 
as cock-fights, boxing matches, negro 
shows, etc.; fourth, to steal all they can 
lay their hands upon. This, then, is 
living a tip-top life. Thus have I fall- 
en, and thus will thousands of young 
men fall." 



Th3 Wrong Ticket. 

How true it is that wine is a mocker, 
strong drink is raging, and he that is 
deceived thereby is not wise — that is, 
he is a fool ; and the drunkard is the fool 
of all fools. 

I was waiting at the depot at Sing 
Sing for a car to go to New York, and a 
man came reeling up to me whose whole 
appearance showed he was under the 
influence of strong drink. " Mister," 
said he, " what time do the cars go to 
Croton?" I answered, " Four o'clock 
and one minute." He began to fumble 
for his ticket, and said to me, "It don't 
say so on my ticket ; the ticket-seller has 
cheated me." I said, " You don't have 
the time the cars go on your ticket, but 
on the time-table." Being satisfied on 
that subject, another was introduced. 
Said he, "Mister, the other night I had 
a dream or a vision. As I was in bed, a 
voice came to me, saying, ' Swear not, 
swear not at all,' and I awoke, got out 
of mv bed and on my knees, and it was 
not long before I felt better ; and I have 
not sworn one word since." 



I told him that was very good, and 
said, "Mister, I think you ought to 
have another dream or vision, and hear 
another voice saying, ' Drink not, drink 
not at all.'" He said he thought it 
would be a good thing. We conversed 
together a little longer. I said to him, 
"My train is coming; yours will be here 
at four o'clock and one minute." We 
shook hands. Said he, " Stranger, I 
thank you for treating me so politely 
and kindly, and I hope, if ever we meet 
again, you will show your respects to 
me." 



Time to Quit. 

A soaker in a neighboring village had 
been on a hard spree. Next morning- 
he wanted to taper off, but the query 
was, how to get the liquor. His jug 
was empty, his pockets ditto, and the 
tavern-keeper wouldn't trust. Casting 
his eyes round, he spied his Wife's 
pocket Bible, which he slyly slipped in- 
to his own pocket, and off he went to the 
tavern. After coaxing the landlord for 
a drink in vain, he produced the Bible 
and offered it in security ; but it was no 
go. " That's not yours ; take it home 
to your wife." In vain he begged for 
one glass, and insisted on leaving the 
Bible, promising to go to work and pay 
him out of the first money he got. The 
publican was inexorable. " Well," said 
he, " when you won't take either my 
word or the Word of God for a drink, 
it's high time for me to quit." He car- 
ried the Bible home and signed the 
pledge, and has drunk none since. 



The Last Tragedy. 

Poor Sam Morrell — who did not 
know him ? — was found dead in Lydius 
Street yesterday. Verdict of the coro- 
ner's jury, " Death from intemperance 
and exposure." Poor Sam ! how many 
of our citizens, old and young, have 
long been familiar with his oddities and 
vagaries when under the baleful influ- 
ence of his " ruling passion," a love 
of liquor ! Yet how few ever knew or 
could appreciate the depths of the 
degradation, the miseries, rmd the suffer- 
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he trod the boards of the stage with | 
a noble bearing and majestic step 
worthy of a Roscius and a Garrick. 
But rum " played foul with his intel- 
lect," and for more than a dozen years | 
has Sam only been known as a street 
drunkard. But even then was Shak- 
spere always uppermost in his thoughts, 
and often has he been taken to the 

lock-up " for spouting, at the witching 
hour of night, the soliloquies and rav- 
ings of Richard III. or some other 
favorite character of his beloved author. 

But for him the path was only down- 
ward, and that continually. For the 
last four or five years his history has 
been uniform. A residence of thirty or 
sixty days in the "home of the vagrant," 
to be followed with a debauch of but 
a few days, and then another thirty or 
sixty days, have been the record of Sam's 
life during that period. Wretches in 
abundance could always be found who 
would pour the " liquid fire " down his 
burning throat, and then laugh over his 
drunken vagaries. The last debauch, 
ending in death, was the most pro- 
tracted and revolting. In rags, soaked 
by the pitiless storms, Sam wandered 
through the streets, begging a penny 
of every one he met, or now and then 
earning one by a song. A more pitiable 
object we never beheld than he pre- 
sented yesterday. Filthy, in rags, face 
covered with brickdust, he appeared 
the most forlorn object we ever saw. It 
appears that during the afternoon a 
gang of idlers had hired Sam to sing 
a collection of his songs, and had re- 
warded him by giving to him an unusu- 
ally large donation of money. He re- 
paired to the first rummery, procured 
an extra quantity of his bane, and drank 
it. Soon after he was found lying dead 
in Lydius Street, his murdered spirit 
having been thus suddenly summoned 
before his Maker. The verdict indeed 
stands upon the coroner's book as 
" Death by intemperance and expo- 
sure," but on another book there are 
some who will meet a charge of " wil- 
ful murder" recorded against them. — 
Albany Evening Journal. 



Theatricals and Mr, Gough, 

With what inimitable beauty and sim- 
plicity Mr. Gough tells his own story ! 
How it reads like a tale of chivalry ! 



Mr. Gough says : "I never was an 
actor upon the stage ; but I did for 
about six weeks sing comic songs 
between the pieces. That is all my 
experience, at any rate, of stage life upon 
the stage ; but I was at one time 
acquainted with a large circle of young 
men, and many of them glorious young 
men — some of them classical scholars, 
and not one of them that I know was 
a fool. In one city in America I 
belonged to a club of young men, and 
it was called at one time the Shak- 
spere Club, because most of the mem- 
bers were theatrical gentlemen. And I 
tell you there were men of genius 
there — and an actor must be a man of 
genius ; he must be a man of talent, he 
must be a clever fellow ; for I tell you 
the public have taste enough and 
appreciation enough to hiss from the 
boards a man who is not a clever fellow 
and is not a genius, and among that 
class of men you will find some splen- 
did fellows as the world ever saw, with 
natural ability and genius. And some 
such there were in the city in which I 
was ; I knew them well ; I loved them as 
I loved my own brother ; they received 
me into their society ; and I will tell 
you that out of the thirty-five or thirty- 
six that I knew there, I was the least 
in intellect and in mental capacity and 
power. I spoke in the Melodeon in 
the city of Boston ; it was the first 
temperance address that was ever de- 
livered in that building. I said, 
* Ladies and gentlemen, twelve years 
ago I stood in this building, the last 
time it was ever opened for theatrical 
performances/ The play then was, 
1 Departed Spirits ; or, The Temperance 
Hoax,' in which some of the best and 
most glorious pioneers and leaders of 
this enterprise were held up to scorn 
and contempt. * Where I stand/ said 
I, ■ was the stage ; where that organ 
stands was the scenery and machinery; 
where you sit was the pit ; there is the 
first, and there the second row of boxes ; 
the third has been taken away ; there 
is the door which led to one dressing- 
room, and there the door which led 
to another. This house is very little 
changed ; but circumstances are. Where 
are they, the young men that twelve 
years ago associated with me in this 
house ? Echo only answers, " Where? " 
I knew them, .glorious fellows — one a 
classical scholar, a graduate at Cam- 
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most presence of mind under difficulty 
of any man I ever knew ; a man who 
was the most intensely practical joker 
I ever saw in my life ; a man that 
nothing in the world could daunt ; a 
man who always (as we say) had his wits 
about him. I will give you a little 
illustration of it. He was performing 
the part of Pizarro one night; and the 
servant had to come in and say to him, 
" My lord, we have just taken an old 
cacique." Pizarro's words were then 
to be, " Then drag him before me." 
Instead of which the servant said, 
" My lord, we have just taken an old 
cask." I saw Charles's face twitch, 
as he stood there a little. By-and-by, 
folding his arms, as the audience had 
recovered from their roar of laughter, 
destroying his point just there, he 
exclaimed, " Roll him in* and tap him!" 
The man could always make the best of 
a bad bargain. I remember at one time 
he had delirium tremens. They said it 
was brain fever ; he had his head shaved 
completely bare, and there were very 
few among his acquaintances who knew 
his head had been shaved. He had a 
most magnificent wig manufactured, 
and he used to go round with us to the 
drinking-houses as before. One night 
we were all in Concert Hall together, 
and there was one young gentleman 
who was to treat. He was one of those 
young men who consider it a very great 
honor to treat an actor ; and that is a 
great danger of theatrical gentlemen, 
for I have known some myself who 
would walk arm-in-arm with the driver 
of a circus wagon, and think it a great 
thing if they could get a peep at the 
performance, if they had to creep in 
under the canvas, because they were 
friends of the proprietor. This young 
man was the one who had to pay for the 
drink. They used to give very curious 
toasts sometimes ; and one, who did not 
know his friend's hair was off, gave this 
toast : " Here's all your hair off your 
head, Charley, my fine fellow." Charles 
was so exceedingly sensitive about the 
hair that if any one had said to him, 
" Charley, you're sailing under bare 
poles," he would have said, u Now, 
don't, don't." He looked so astounded, 
as much as to say, " Did he mean any- 
thing ? " When he found he did not, he 
pulled off his hat and wig, and made 
such a face that I shall never forget it. 
When the other young man had finished 
his glass, he set it down, looked up, and 



went backwards, and presented the 
most ridiculous appearance. Charles 
would mortify himself rather than lose 
a joke. But I said, Where is he? Dead! 
Where did he die? He died in a drunk- 
en ^ debauch ; falling down a flight of 
stairs, when endeavoring to find his 
way without a light, he broke his neck, 
and scarce ten persons went to his 
funeral. There was another, a most 
glorious singer, a man who kept 
horses worth seven hundred and 
sixty dollars, at Reed's establish- 
ment, at the back of the Pemberton 
House, who used to invite us to ride ; 
and many a ride I have had with him to 
Brighton, and Brookline, and Dor- 
chester. Where is he? Dead! Where 
did he die ? He died in a horse-trough 
in the stable where he once kept his 
own horses, and no one with him except 
a city missionary; the thought that 
maddened him, when the cold fingers 
of death were feeling for his heart- 
strings, was: * My old friends have left 
me, and there is no one to wipe the cold 
sweat from my brow but a city mission- 
ary, that I have scoffed and laughed at 
as a fanatic" ; and he ded, struggling 
in his wretched bed, and cursing those 
who had brought him to ruin. I speke 
of another and another. And one of 
them — I saw him die. He had not seen 
his twenty-third birthday ; and he had 
bitten his tongue through twice, until 
it grew so large that he could not arti- 
culate, and he spat out the bloody foam 
in his attempt to utter words. He 
sprang from the bed, dashed himself 
against the wall, fell back in quivering 
convulsions, was taken up and laid 
down again on the bed, and there he 
died. There was another one, who said 
to me, " I am longing to quit the stage " ; 
he went on board a whale-ship, and, 
going up aloft while in drink, he fell 
down, and his brains were dashed out 
upon the deck. Another one was found 
one morning drunk in a gutter, and only 
had half an hour to live. Oh ! it is fearful. 
You say you are not such a fool as to 
become a drunkard ; you have self- 
control enough to keep yourself from 
becoming a drunkard. There have 
been men with as mighty a mind as 
yours, with as sharp an intellect as )-ours, 
with as brilliant a genius as yours, who 
have become drunkards. Let me tell 
you, young men, one thing. We have 
got reformed drunkards. Yes, we can 
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men who have burst the burning fetters 
of habit, and who stand up to-day free 
men. Are they all fools? It requires 
more manliness, more moral courage, 
more self-denial, more firmness of pur- 
pose, more decision of character, more 
of an iron will, more of a stern deter- 
mination, to break a bad habit than it 
does to acquire it. If they were such 
fools as to become drunkards, they were 
men, and they became reformed drunk- 
ards. Ay, it is easy enough to go 
down the stream ; it is hard to row up 
the stream, especially when the wind is 
against you ; and many and many a 
man has come up from the ditch, and 
worked his way half-way up to the 
mountain-top, to the astonishment of 
those who despised him in his deep, 
dark degradation.' " 



John Trumbull. 

The late celebrated John Trumbull, j 
when a boy, resided with his father, j 
Governor Trumbull, at his residence in 
Lebanon, Connecticut, in the neighbor- 1 
hood of the Mohegans, a remnant of j 
which tribe still lingered there, sacredly j 
protected in the possession of the graves 
of their fathers. Mr. Trumbull, in his 
autobiography, gives the following story, 
which he says " deserves to be written 
in adamant." 

The government of this tribe was 
hereditary in the family of the celebrated 
Uncas. Among the heirs to the chief- 
taincy was an Indian by the name of 
Zachary. " Though an excellent hunter, 
he was as drunken and worthless an In- 
dian as ever lived." By the death of in- 
tervening heirs Zachary found himself 
entitled to the royal power. Says 
Trumbull : " In this moment the better 
genius of Zachary resumed its sway, and 
he reflected seriously : ' How can such 
a drunken wretch as I am aspire to be 
the chief of this honorable race ? What 
will my people say, and how shall the 
shades of my noble ancestors look down 
indignant upon such a base successor? 
Can I succeed to the great Uncas? 
I will drink no more ! ' He solemnly 
resolved never again to taste any drink 
but water, and he kept his resolution." 

Zachary succeeded to the rule of his 
tribe. It was usual for the governor to 
attend at the annual election in Hart- 
ford, and it was customary for the Mo- 



hegan chief also to attend, and on his 
way to stop and dine with the governor, 
who was the father of John Trumbull. 
John was quite a boy, and on one of 
those occasions when Zachary came to 
compliment his venerable father the fol- 
lowing occurrence took place at the 
gubernatorial table, which we relate in 
the words of Trumbull : 

" One day the mischievous thought 
struck me to try the sincerity of the old 
man's temperance. The family were all 
seated at dinner, and there was an ex- 
cellent home-brewed ale on the table. 
I thus addressed the old chief : ' Zach- 
ary, this beer is excellent ; will you not 
taste it ? ' The old man dropped his 
knife, and leaned forward with a stern 
intensity of expression ; his black eyes, 
sparkling with angry indignation, were 
fixed on me : 'John,' said he, 'you don't 
know what you are doing. You are 
serving the devil, boy ! Do you know 
that I am an Indian? I tell you that I 
am, and that if I should but taste your 
beer, I could never stop until I got to 
rum, and become again the same drunk- 
en, contemptible wretch your father re- 
members me to have been. John, never 
again, while you live, tempt a man to 
break a good resolution.' Socrates 
never uttered a more valuable precept. 
Demosthenes could not have given it in 
more solemn tones ~f eloquence. I 
was thunderstruck. My parents were 
deeply affected. They looked at each 
other, at me, and at the venerable old 
Indian with deep feelings of awe and 
respect. They afterwards frequently 
reminded me oft the scene, and charged 
me never to forget it. He lies buried 
in the royal burial-place of his tribe, 
near the beautiful falls of the Yantic, 
the western branch of the Thames, in 
Norwich, on lands now owned by my 
friend, Calvin Goddard, Esq. I visited 
the grave of the old chief lately, and 
there repeated to myself the inestimable 
lesson." 



A Tragic Event. 

In 1855 the temperance cause triumph- 
ed in the State of New York. They 
elected a temperance governor, and the 
legislature passed a prohibitory law— 
which law was pronounced unconstitu- 
tional by a majority of the judges of the 
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A most tragic event followed the 
decision of the court in the death of 
Benjamin F. Harwood, the long-beloved 
and honored clerk of the court. The 
prohibitory law was his only hope of 
escape from that terrible death which 
followed the cup. On the morning of 
the decision he entreated one of the 
judges to spare the law. Said he, " Sir, 
you know that I am addicted to drink- 
ing, but you do not know — no person 
can know — how I have struggled to 
break off this habit. Sometimes I have 
succeeded ; but then these accursed 
liquor-bars, like so many man-traps, 
have effected my fall. For this reason 
I have labored for the prohibitory law. 
Y'our decision is with me a matter of 
life and death." When the decision was 
handed him to record, he felt it to be like 
signing his own death-warrant. Hope 
failed him ; despair seized him ; amid 
the horrors of delirium tremens, when 
four men could not hold him, he sank 
away, and in less than four days was no 
more — death by the traffic in the Court 
of Appeals. — Prohibitionist, 



| he were to go to a tavern-keeper 
i in Roxbury who sold rum, and who 
| knew his own past habits of intempe- 
rance, and how he had been raised to 
hope and happiness again, and should 
ask for a glass of spirits, he believed it 
would be given him, even if that land- 
lord knew that by drinking it he would 
seal his eternal damnation ! ' Yes/ said 
Mr. Gough, ' and he would look on with 
a fiendish smile while I was turning it 
down ! ' " 



The Three Children. 

In a family of three children, the par- 
ents of which regularly took a glass of 
wine at dinner (and as soon as the 
children become of an age to sit at the 
table, they, too, must drink papa's health 
in a little wine), the parents died hon- 
ored, respected, and temperate ; but the 
children became intemperate — the ap- 
petite was formed in the wine-cup. 



Temperance and Politics. 

" Don't get temperance into politics, 
cries the political demi-grog. " Only 
keep it out of politics," is the universal 
cry of the designing politician ; for they | 
well know that they can mould drunken | 
men just as they please. Politics have | 
been drunk for more than half a century, j 
and have suffered through all the horrid 
diseases attendant upon the great evil of 
intemperance. Politics have drunk more 
rum in the United States for the last fifty 
years than would fill the Erie Canal. 
Politics have been drunk, staggered, and 
fallen into the gutter. Politics have had 
the delirium tremens and the gout, and 
will, no doubt, ere long fill a drunkard's 
grave. 

Cold water will never injure a ballot- 
box — remember that. — Niagara. 



Terrible Accusation. 

Mr. Gough, in speaking of the depra- 
vity which rumsellers acquire by per- 
severance in this diabolical work of 
death, remarked with terrible severity, 
but undoubtedly with truth, " that if 



Delirium Tremens. 

" Such, as it seems to me (and my opin- 
ion is the result of actual experience), 
is the philosophy of delirium tremens. 

"As nearly as I can recollect, it was 
early in the spring of 1838 that I first 
suffered an attack of this frightful mala- 
dy. Having by some means obtained a 
few dollars, I had been drinking more 
deeply than usual ; and at a late hour 
of the night, I was kicked out of the 
hotel in a state of helpless intoxica- 
tion. The night was frosty, and I 
soon felt the necessity of seeking a shel- 
ter from its severity. It was utterly im- 
possible, however, for me to walk, or 
even to stand upon my feet ; and after 
a few ineffectual efforts- to do so, I 
gave over and crawled into an adjoining 
stable. But in seeking thus to avoid 
one danger I encountered another, 
which had nearly proved fatal. Groping 
in the darkness for an eligible spot in 
which I might compose myself to sleep, 
I blundered among the hoofs of the 
horses, where the reception I met with 
was anything but hospitable. My re- 
treat from this perilous position was 
speedily effected, but not without sun- 
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unhealed. I succeeded at length in 
dragging myself into a sleigh, where, par- 
tially wrapped in a buffalo skin, I spent 
a night of misery, which, though it can- 
not be told, is not to be forgotten. 

" The dreadful chill contracted by this 
exposure, though I sought to overcome 
it by copious draughts of brandy, was not 
easily removed. I went home sick, fever 
ish, and dispirited. Dinner was pre- 
pared, but I loathed it, and put it from me 
untasted. It seemed as if nothing but 
brandy could sustain my sinking 
powers, and 'I sought it yet again.' 
Day after day I continued to pour in 
the liquid fire, which was already con- 
suming me, until every vein was sur- 
charged with the burning element. 
During this time I had scarcely eaten at 
all, or closed my eyes to sleep ; my 
wounded leg had been neglected, and 
was in a state of high inflammation ; and 
my nervous energies, overtasked as they 
had been, were upon the point of entire 
exhaustion. I found myself haunted by 
spectral illusions ; a dreadful sound was 
in my ears ; a burning, suffocating weight 
pressed upon my chest. I perceived 
that the unnatural stimulus could no 
longer rally the failing powers of nature, 
and took to my bed, convinced that no- 
thing but sleep would save me from 
madness. But for me there was no 
sleep. Every nerve seemed unstrung ; 
every muscle was agitated with a con- 
vulsive tremor. There was an all-per- 
vading restlessness upon me, and, like 
the ghost of the murdered Duncan, 
1 still it cried, Sleep no more.' 

" Besides, I was surrounded with ima- ' 
ginary horrors. Sometimes I fancied 
myself in the midst of venomous crea- 
tures, and in actual contact with cold, 
slimy reptiles. Huge serpents, with 
fiery eyes, and darting forth forked 
tongues, coiled upon the posts of my 
bed, and seemed ready to pierce me 
with their sharp, white fangs. Then, 
perhaps, wherever I turned my eyes, 
horridly-distorted faces would be look- 
ing at me, and perpetually assuming 
new but disgusting and repulsive forms. 
Sometimes ghastly skeleton shapes 
would peer in upon me from behind 
the half-opened curtains. Again the 
scene would change, and white-sheeted 
spectres would glide in and gibber 
around me. I still felt a sense of pain- 
f il oppression in the chest, which at 
ti.n33 combined itself strangely enough 
With these absurd imaginings. At one 



time I thought an elephant had planted 
his foot upon my breast, and was tightly 
compressing my throat with his trunk. 
Again, I fancied that an alligator had 
thrown his crushing weight upon me. 
I felt his limbs interlocked and wreath- 
ed with mine ; I saw his capacious jaws 
expand as if to devour me ; and I was 
compelled to breathe his hot, suffocat- 
ing breath. The prevailing impres- 
sion, however, in regard to this painful 
sensation, was that I had fallen under 
the feet of horses, and that they were 
trampling me to death." 



Temperance Converts. 

Mr. Gough, among other places, lec- 
tured at Chatham, and all classes were 
anxious to hear his eloquent oration. A 
gentleman in the neighborhood had a 
good but drinking servant, and calling 
him, he said, " Robert, you suit me to a 
T, but your frequent intoxications de- 
termine me to get rid of you. Now, Mr. 
J. B. Gough is going to lecture at Chat- 
ham, and if you and Mary would like to 
go and hear him, there are tickets ; and if 
he convinces you of the evil of drinking 
and your ability to labor without, obey 
him and become a member of the tee- 
total society, and I will try you then." 

The man and his fellow-servant heard 
him, and both signed the pledge. The 
gentleman retained the man's services, 
and twelve months rolled on ; and on 
the anniversary of his deliverance from 
the thraldom of strong drink the master 
said, "Robert, how much beer did I 
agree to allow )^ou when you entered my 
service? " 

" A pint per day," said the man. 

"And did you get drunk on a pint a 
day ? " 

"No, that just whetted my appetite, 
and then all my spare money went, and 
credit besides." 

tl Well, if your beer cost twopence 
per day, that is fourteen pence per week, 
4s. 8d. per month, £2 12s 8d. per year 
— there is that in addition to your 
wages." 

" Thank you, sir. And there is my 
savings-bank book." 

"Ah| then you must have saved 
money besides." 

" Yes, and so has Mary." 

" Well, well, go on and prosper." 



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u Yes, sir ; I have reason to bless God 
for Mr. Gough." 

At the same time there came a minis- 
ter of the Gospel many miles to hear the 
eloquent orator, and while he listened 
he wept ; for Mr. Gough portrayed the 
evils and consequences of drink upon 
young men — the insidious character of 
which he had reason to believe had al- 
ready laid hold of a son then living in 
London. The living voice of the lectur- 
er was hushed, but the agitated tones of 
apprehension in his bosom could not be 
stilled ; he therefore signed the pledge 
himself, and took early opportunity of 
inviting his son down to him. He wept 
when he saw him, and still deeper was 
his sorrow when he learned the love 
that youth had imbibed for ale; and 
looking at him with deep emotion, he 
said, "Charles, you must never touch 
that seductive liquor again ; for you I 
have suffered deeply in my mind, and 
your preservation in future depends on 
your abstinence from all intoxicating 
liquors. I have signed the temperance 
pledge, and I want you to do the same." 
The youth was deeply affected, confessed 
the power of liquor over him, readily 
listened to the father, signed the pledge, 
and they this day walk happily together. 



The Tavern-Keeper and the Drunk- 
ard's Bible. 

" Mr. President," said a short, stout 
man, with a good-humored countenance 
and a florid complexion, rising in a 
public meeting, as the last speaker took 
his seat, "I have been a tavern-keeper." 

At this announcement there was a 
movement through the whole room, and 
an expression of increased interest. 

" Yes, Mr. President," he went on, 
" I have been a tavern-keeper, and many 
a glass I have sold to you, and to the 
secretary there, and to dozens of others 
that I see here," glancing around upon 
the company. 

" That's a fact," broke in the presi 
dent; "many a gin-toddy and brandy- 
punch have I taken at your bar. But 
times are changed now, and we have 
begun to carry the war into the enemy's 
camp. And our war has not been alto- 
gether unsuccessful, for we have taken 
prisoner one of the rumsellers' bravest 

generals ! But go on, friend W ; 

let us have your experience." 



" As to my experience, Mr. Presi- 
dent," the ex-tavern-keeper resumed, 
" in rum-selling and rum-drinking — 
for I have done a good deal of both in 
my time— that would be rather too long 
to tell to-night, and one that I would 
much rather forget than relate. It makes 
me tremble and sick at heart whenever 
I look back upon the evil I have done. 

I therefore usually look ahead, with 
the hope of doing some good to my 
fellow-men. 

" But there is one incident I will relate. 
For the last five years a hard-working 
mechanic, with a wife and seven small 
children, came regularly, almost every 
night, to my tavern, and spent the even- 
ing in my bar-room. He came thereto 
drink, of course, and many a dollar of 
his hard earnings went into nvy till. At 
last he became a perfect sot, working 
scarcely one-fourth of the time, and 
spending all he earned in liquor. His 
poor wife had to take in washing to sup- 
port herself and children, while he spent 
his time and the little he could make 
at nvy bar. But his appetite for liquor 
was so strong that his week's earnings 
were usually gone by Tuesday or Wed- 
nesda} r , and then I had to chalk up a 
score against him, to be paid off when 
Saturday night came. 

" This score gradually increased, until 
it amounted to three or four dollars over 
his Saturday night's pay, when I re- 
fused to sell him any more liquor until 
it was settled. On the day after I had 
thus refused him he came in with a neat 
mourning breast-pin, enclosing some 
hair, no doubt, I thought, of a deceased 
relative. This he offered in payment of 
what he owed. I accepted it ; for the pin, 
I saw at once, was worth double the 
amount of my bill. I did not think, nor 
indeed care, about the question whether 
he was the owner or not. I wanted my 
own, and in my selfish eagerness to get 
it I hesitated not to take a little more 
than my own. 

"I laid the breast-pin away, and all 
things went on smoothly for a while. 
But he gradually- got behindhand again, 
and again I cut off his supply of liquor. 
This time he brought me a pair of brass 
andirons and a pair of brass candle- 
sticks, and I took them and wiped off 
the score against him. At last he 
brought a large family Bible, and I took 
that too, thinking, no doubt, I could sell 
it for something. 

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thing to do — for I used to shut my bar 
011 Sundays, thinking it was not respect- 
able to sell liquor — I opened this poor 
drunkard's family Bible, scarcely think- 
ing of what I was doing. The first place 
I turned to was the family record. There 
it was stated that, upon a certain day, 

he ha 1 been married to Emily . I 

had known Emily when I was a 

young man very well, and had once 
thought seriously of offering myself to 
her in marriage. I remembered her 
happy young face, and seemed suddenly 
to hear a tone of her merry laughter. 

" ' Poor creature ! ' I sighed involun- 
tary, as a thought of her present con- 
dition crossed my mind, and then, with 
no pleasant feelings, I turned over 
another leaf. There was the record of 
the birth of her four children ; the last 
had been made recently, and was in the 
mother's hand. 

'* I never had such strange feelings as 
now came over me. I felt that I had no 
business with this book ; but I tried to 
stifle my feelings, and turned over 
several leaves quickly. As I suffered 
my eyes to rest upon an open page, 
these words arrested my attention : 

"* Wine is a mocker, strong drink is 
raging ; whoso is deceived thereby is 
not wise.' 

''This was just the subject that under 
the feelings I then had, I wished to 
avoid, and so I referred to another place. 
There I read : 

"• Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow? 
wno hath wounds? who hath bab- 
bling? who hath redness of eyes? 
Tuey that tarry long at the wine. At 
last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth 
like an adder.' 

" 1 felt like throwing the book from 
me ; but once more I turned the leaves, 
auJ my eyes re-sted upon these words : 

" * Woe unto him that giveth his neigh- 
bor drink, that puttest thy bottle to him, 
and makest him drunken also." 

"I closed the book suddenly and threw 
it down. Then, for half an hour, I 
paced the room backwards and forwards 
in a state of mind I never before experi- 
enced. I had become painfully con- 
scious of the direful evils resulting from 
intemperance, and still more painfully 
conscious that I had been a willing in- 
strument in the spread of these evils. 
I cannot tell you how much I suffered 
during that day and night, nor describe 
the fearful conflict that took place in my 
mind between a selfish love of the gains 



of my calling and the plain dictates of 
truth and humanity. It was about nine 
o'clock, I think, on the same evening, 
that I opened the drunkard's Bible 
again, with a kind of despairing hope 
that I should meet there with something 
to direct me. I opened at the Psalms, 
and read two or three chapters. As I 
read on without finding anything direct- 
ly to my case, I felt an increasing desire 
to abandon my calling, because it was 
injurious to my fellow-men. 

" After I had read the Bible, I retired 
to bed, but could not sleep. I am sure 
that during that night I thought of every 
drunken man to whom I had sold liquor, 
and of all their beggared families. In 
the brief sleep that I obtained I dreamed 
that I saw a long line of tottering drunk- 
ards, with their wives and children in 
rags. And a loud voice said : 

" ' Who hath done this ? ' 

" The answer, in a still louder voice, 
directed, I felt, to me, smote upon my 
ear like a peal of thunder : 

" ' Thou art the man ! ' 

" From this troubled slumber I awoke 
to sleep no more that night. In the morn- 
ing the last and most powerful conflict 
came. The question to be decided was : 

" * Shall I open my tavern or at once 
abandon the dreadful traffic in liquid 
poison ?' 

" Happily, I decided never to put to 
any man's lips the cup of confusion. 
My next step was to turn the spigot of 
every keg or barrel of spirits, wine, beer, 
or cider, and let the contents escape on 
the floor. My bottles and decanters 
were likewise emptied. Then I came 
and signed your total - abstinence 
pledge ; and, what is better, never rested 
until I had persuaded the man whose 
Bible had been of so much use to me to 
sign the pledge likewise. 

<; And now, Mr. President, I am keep- 
ing a temperance grocery, and am mak- 
ing restitution as fast as possible. There 
are at least a half dozen families to 
whom I furnish a small quantity of 
groceries every week, in many cases 
equal to the amount that used to be 
spent at my bar for liquor. Four of my 
oldest and best customers have already 
signed the pledge by my persuasion, 
and I am not going to rest until every 
man I helped to ruin is restored tohim- 
self, his family, and society." 

A round of hearty applause followed 
this address, and then another cf the re- 
formed drinkers took the floor. 



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Total Abstinence. 



Come, J- 



said Col. L- 



-, at 
one of those unprofitable elections where 
men treat everybod) 7 , and too many get 
drunk because others wish it — "come, 

J , you used to take a drink with 

me ; come up and take a glass." 
*' I've quit drinking," said J- 



" Have you taken an oath not to drink 
cider, or beer, or anything? " 

" No, I have not taken any oath about 
it ; I only resolved not to drink spirits 
any more, as it injures me." 

•' Oh ! well, come up and take a glass 
of cider, beer, or wine, or something 
that is weak, just to keep company with 
your old friends. These won't hurt 
you, and you won't be violating your 
temperance pledge." 

Poor J went up and took his glass 

of beer, and soon he took another, and 
then antoher, and soon there was brandy 
enough put into the beer to make him 
stagger home and keep his bed for two 
days ! 

Now, had there been two words more 
in the constitution of the temperance 
society, viz., ''total abstinence," poor 

J might have been saved from much 

suffering and from a drunkard's grave. 



Temperance Movements. 

The evils of intemperance were well 
understood, but they were attributed to 
the excessive and immoderate use of in- 
toxicating liquors. 

In a sermon preached at the general 
election, Hartford, Conn., May, 1807, 
the Rev. Amos Bartlett said with great 
emphasis: "Through the frantic influ- 
ence of these spirits rational beings are 
transformed into furies ; the peace of 
society is broken, and many crimes are 
wantonly committed. To procure this 
liquid poison, families are deprived of 
their necessary food and clothing, and 
not a season passes in which many vic- 
tims are not registered in the bills of 
mortality." 

I remember Mr. Bartlett and his 
preaching when a boy. He understood 
alcohol to be a poison, and gave a gra- 
phic description of its effects; and yet, 
with all his burning zeal, the only remedy 
he proposed was to prevent as far as pos- 
sible the "excessive use of spirituous 
liquors." 



Total abstinence is the only cure for 
those who have once been intemperate. 

Not long after Mr. Bartlett's sermon, 
Dr. Rush, of Philadelphia, said, "My 
observation authorizes me to say that 
persons who have been addicted to the 
use of spirits should abstain from it 
suddenly and entirely. 'Touch not, 
taste not, handle not,' should be inscrib- 
ed upon every vessel that contains 
spirits in the home of a man who de- 
sires to be cured of intemperance." 
Mark, this was a remedy for a drunkard. 
It was not total abstinence for others. 
It was not a universal remedy and pre- 
ventive for others. The temperance 
reformation was m its twilight. 

Then in 1808 was formed the first 
temperance society by Dr. Billy J. Clark 
and Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong. 

In 1825 Rev. Justin Edwards publish- 
ed a tract entitled "The Well-Conduct 
ed Farm." It was circulated widely 
through the country, doing much good. 

A few friends of temperance met to 
consider " what shall be done to banish 
intemperance from the United States?" 
It was a question involving stupendous 
interests. They prayed for divine guid- 
ance, and then resolved to attempt the 
formation of an American Temperance 
Society, whose grand principle should 
be abstinence from strong drink ; and 
its object, by light and love, to change 
the habits of the nation in regard to the 
use of intoxicating drinks. They opened 
a correspondence with various denomi- 
nations, and a meeting w r as held in 
Boston, January 10, 1826. A committee 
was appointed to prepare a constitution, 
and they adjourned to meet February 
13, 1826. Then the constitution was 
presented and adopted. 

The society held its first meeting, and 
elected the following officers : Presi- 
dent, Hon. Marcus Morton ; Vice-Presi- 
dent, William Ropes, Esq. ; Treasurer, 
John Tappan, Esq. ; Executive Com- 
mittee, Rev. Leonard Woods, D.D., 
Rev. Justin Edwards, John Tappan, 
Esq., Hon. George Odiorne, and S. V. 
S. Wilder, Esq. 

Such was the origin of that once mag- 
nificent society, that accomplished such a 
vast amount of good, and enlisted some 
of the finest minds in America. Dr. 
Justin Edwards and Rev. John Marsh 
were its corresponding secretaries. 
After awhile it was transferred to New 
York, where its grand anniversaries 
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Broadway, and the most eloquent men 
of the nation delivered addresses that 
thrilled the souls of vast audiences. It 
was at one of these large meetings John 
B. Gough, the world-renowned tempe- 
rance orator,made his first address, when 
he was almost friendless and unknown 
to fame. 

This society published a paper called 
the Journal of the American Temperance 
Union. It was most ably edited and ac- 
complished a vast amount of good. 



Take Time by the Forelock. 

Resist beginnings: whatsoe'er is ill, 

Though it appear light and of little 
moment, 

Think of it thus — that what it is, aug- 
mented, 

Would run to strong and sharp extremi- 
ties ; 

Deem of it, therefore, as a serpent's egg, 

Which, hatched, would, as its kind, grow 
mischievous ; 

Then crush it in the shell. 



The Temperance Society and 
Sambo. 

A certain Thomas S. Kendall, who 
sometimes had Rev. prefixed to his 
name, was once occupying a portion of 
the columns of the Maryville (Ten- 
nessee) Intelligencer, in opposing and 
denouncing temperance and tempe- 
rance societies. His communication 
in a certain number had this head : 
"To the members of the temperance 
and other infernal societies." He said 
the temperance society was an " inven- 
tion of hell," was plainly of infernal 
origin. While some of the correspond- 
ents of the Intelligencer were gravely 
arguing the point with Mr. Kendall, 
another seems to have summed up the 
merits of the cause in the following com- 
munication and dialogue. — M. Star. 

For de Maryville ' Telhgencer. 

Missa Param : I spoz you neber let j 
poor niger say anything in your paper ; 
if you do, I wish you 'sert de following 
dialog 'tween me and Sambo. You 
musent 'ject to it 'cause it too late, 'cause 
the fuss all is ober — 'cause you know 
when de white folx served, den's de 



time for poor niger. 'Sides, I write 
'ticularly for de 'vantage of de niger, 
and you know de niger understand de 
niger better dan he do the white folx. 

Ah ! Tom I told you dat-ah temperance 
siety come from de debil, but you no 
bleve me ; now since Massa Kindal say 
so, I spoz you no 'spute de ting any 
more, Tom. 

Tom. Ha ! ha ! Sambo, you like de 
whiskey — dat's what make you bleve 
Massa Kindal. 'Sides, de temperance 
siety no come from de debil, 'cause all 
debil men 'poze dat siety. Now, neber 
man nor debil 'poze demselves, you 
know, Sambo. If da do, de house di- 
vided 'gainst himself cannot stand, de 
Saviour say. 

Sambo. But de temperance siety 'nite 
church and state — dat's sartin, Tom. 

Tom. No, no, Sambo. You no make 
de proper 'struction. Good people of 
bof church and state join de temperance 
siety ; and bad people of bof church and 
state 'poze de temperance siety. My part, 
I like to 'nite de church and state in a 
good cause, but dat an't 'niten de laws 
of de church and state. 

Sambo. But you drink 'hind de door, 
Tom. 

Tom. De Saviour tell me " no turn 
evil for evil," else I'd call you a liar, 
Sambo. Did you eber see me drink 
'hind de door, or 'fore de door eider ? 

Sambo. No. But Massa Kindal say 
so, and Massa Kindal is a preacher, and 
I spoze de preachers no lie, Tom. 

Tom. Dat's very uncertain, Sambo. 
Massa Kindal is interested in sayin' so, 
darefore he is not a good witness. 
Moreober, Massa Kindal like to taste de 
good cretur himself— dat's what makes 
him 'poze de temperance siety and talk 
so. 

Sambo. He no drink in de dark, 
Tom. 

Tom. So much de worse, den. Dare's 
de sin of the 'zample and de sin of de 
drinkin' too. As the Bible say, " He 
glories in his shame." And when he 
say other preachers drink 'hind de door, 
he very probable lie. If some do, da 
hypocrites, and dat don't militate 'gains 
de siety ; for cause da some hypocrites, 
dat proves da some good folx. 

Sambo. It's a cretur of God too, and 
de Bible say, " Every cretur of God is to 
be received with thanksgiving." 

Tom. Rattlesnakes de cretur of God 
too, derefore I spoze you'd eat rattle- 
snakes. No, Sambo. Dare be some 



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good cretures of God and some bad ; 
my part, I chuse de good and 'fuze de 
bad. Moreober. whiskey bees no creture 
of God, but one of man's " inventions." 



National Temperance Conventions^ 

The first was held in Philadelphia, in 
the Hall of Independence, the 24th of 
May, 1833— in a most appropriate place 
Twenty-one States were represented, 
with four hundred delegates. There were 
delegates from the various temperance 
societies in the United States, met " to 
consider the best means of extending 
temperance by a general diffusion of in- 
formation, and, by the exercise of a kind 
and persuasive moral influence, the 
principles of abstinence from the use of 
ardent spirits thoughout our country." 

Hon. Reuben H. Walworth, of New 
York, was appointed president. 

Twenty-eight resolutions were pre- 
pared and presented by the business 
committee. They were freely and ably 
discussed. The greatest harmony pre- 
vailed. 

A public meeting was addressed by 
Hon. George S. Hillard, of Mass. ; Rev. 
Thomas P. Hunt, of North Carolina ; 
Rev. Thomas H. Stockton, of Maryland ; 
Joseph Lumpkin, of Georgia ; and N. 
Hewitt, of Connecticut. When had 
temperance abler advocates? 

In their able report they sent out 
many reasons, strong as Holy Writ, " for 
complying with the resolutions adopted 
by the convention." The convention 
did much good, giving a fresh impetus 
to the cause of temperance throughout 
the nation. 

Hon. Stephen Van Rensselaer, of Al- 
bany, gave the money to defray the ex- 
pense of the distribution of 100,000 
copies of the proceedings of the conven- 
tion. 

The second assembled at Saratoga 
Springs, August, 1836 ; three hundred 
and forty-eight delegates present, from 
nineteen States and Territories. Chan- 
cellor Walworth presided. The princi- 
ple was firmly established of total absti- 
nence from the use of liquors as a 
beverage, and from the making and 
furnishing to others. 

The convention was attended by a 
noble class of men, among whom were 
— Chancellor Walworth, E. C. Delavan, 
Rev. Justin Edwards, Moses Grant, Billy 



J. Clark, Rev. John Marsh, and many 
others, who are now in their graves. 

There were able reports, able discus- 
sions, and able addresses at their public 
meetings, Dr. Jewett and General Carey, 
from Ohio, being the able orators. 

The third was held at Saratoga 
Springs, July, 1841 ; five hundred and 
sixty delegates present. The conven- 
tion announced its judgment that "li- 
cense laws," authorizing sales of liquors, 
" are at variance with all true political 
economy, and one of the chief supports 
of intemperance." 

The fourth convened at Saratoga 
Springs, August, 1851 ; three hundred 
delegates, from seventeen States, present. 
The keynote cf the convention was pro- 
hibition, and the "right and duty to 
bring the traffic to an end " emphatically 
proclaimed. 

The fifth convention met at Saratoga 
Springs, August, 1865, Hon. William 
A. Buckingham presiding, resulting in 
the establishment of a publication house 
and the creation of a sound, able, and 
pure temperance literature, which is 
scattering its tens of millions of rrges 
yearly throughout all parts of the land. 
The sixth National Conventicn was 
held in Cleveland, July, 1868, Hen. 
William E. Dodge president. The con- 
vention declared that temperance, hav- 
ing its political as well as its moral 
aspects and duties, demands the per- 
sistent use of the ballot for its promo- 
tion. It took more advanced ground 
than that of any former convention, and 
marks a new era in the history and pro- 
gress of this great reform. 

The seventh was held at Saratoga, 
August 26, 1873. There were repre- 
sentatives from twenty-three States and 
from Canada. Important essays were 
read, new and old themes discussed ; 
strong resolutions were passed. At 
this convention there was a new de- 
parture ; they took higher and stronger 
ground than ever before. They passed 
the following : 

"Resolved, That the time has arrived 
fully to introduce the temperance issue 
into State and national politics ; that we 
recommend all the friends of temperance 
to make it henceforth the paramount 
issue; to co-operate with existing party 
organizations where such will endorse 
the legislative policy of prohibition and 
nominate candidates pledged to its sup- 
port ; otherwise to organize and main- 
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in every State and in each Congres- 
sional and electoral district of the United 
States." 



Temperance Organizations, 

NATIONAL TEMPERANCE SOCIETY. 

First among the leading organizations 
in this country, and one which reaches 
the greatest number of individuals, 
stands the National Temperance Society 
and Publication House, of which Hon. j 
William E. Dodge is president. 

This society was organized in 1866 for 
the special work of creating and circu- 
lating a sound temperance literature. 
It is composed of a board of thirty 
managers, representing the various re- 
ligious denominations and temperance 
organizations of the country, and has 
stereotyped and published eighty bound 
volumes and three hundred varieties of 
tracts and pamphlets. This list com- 
prises books, tracts, and pamphlets upon 
every phase of the question ; text-books, 
containing lectures, essays, arguments, 
history, and statistics upon the moral, 
physical, religious, scientific, political, 
and financial aspects of the question ; j 
discussing the nature and effects of I 
alcohol, as well as its place and power ; | 
presenting all the different phases of 
tiie wine question, giving the Bible 
view and argument, together with quo- 
tations from the first authorities in the 
world ; the results of the liquor-traffic, 
the political duties of the hour, essays 
on beer and light wines, books for 
Sunday-school libraries, stories, papers, 
tracts, and picture-books for children ; 
books, pledges, badges, etc., for juvenile 
societies ; temperance song-books, cate- j 
jrhisms, hymn-books, sermons, pledge- 
books, etc. These have been scattered 
like leaves of the forest into every State 
of tiie Union, among the inhabitants of 
the Dominion of Canada, and in the 
Old World, reaching millions of persons 
who have never had temperance truths 
brought home to them before. 

The total receipts of last year were 
$57>293 35 ; 1,709,000 copies of the 
Youth's Temperance Banner and 122,000 
of the National Temperance Advocate 
were printed during the year. The 
tracts and papers are furnished at cost, 
and the Banner at less than cost, of 
manufacture. Over $40,000 have been 
expended for stereotyping and literary 
labor since the organization of the 
societv. 



Donations are earnestly solicited to 
carry on the missionary and gratuitous 
work of the society. 

Board of Managers : Rev. T. L. 
Cuyler, D.D. ; Rev. Wm. M. Taylor ; 
Rev. J. B. Dunn ; John Davies ; Rev. 
Alfred Taylor ; Rev. A. G. Lawson ; 
R. S. Doty ; Rev. George L. Taylor ; 
A. A. Robbins ; Rev. W. C. Steel ; 
Rev. Dr. W. W. Newell ; Peter Carter ; 
J. N. Stearns ; James Black ; T. T. 
Sheffield; Rev. Wm. Howell Taylor; 
John Falconer ; J. R. Sypher ; George 
S. Page; Gen. Joseph S. Smith; Hon. 
William B. Spooner ; Rev. R. S. Mac- 
Arthur ; J. Finley Smith ; Rev. Cyrus 

D. Foss ; S. B. Ransom ; R. R. Sinclair ; 
T. A. Brouwer ; E. Remington ; B. E. 
Hale; Rev. Halsey Moore. Hon. Wm. 

E. Dodge is President ; Hon. T. T. Shef- 
field, Treasurer ; J. N. Stearns, Corre- 
sponding Secretary and Publishing 
Agent, 

SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 

This organization, instituted in 1842, 
has forty Grand Divisions and nearly two 
thousand subordinate divisions, extend- 
ing into States, Territories, and British 
dominions. During the thirty-two 
years it has numbered over two millions 
of persons, and is steadily but surely 
advancing with increasing force and 
swelling ranks. Its entire freedom from 
the machinery of signs, grips, or degrees, 
leaves it free for effective missionary 
work, and it embraces some of the 
ablest and best moral and religious ele- 
ments in the land. The order now 
numbers about 200,000. 

GOOD TEMPLARS. 

This extensive organization was in- 
stituted in i85i,and now numbers sixty 
grand with six thousand subordinate 
lodges, scattered all over the world. It 
has a liberal financial basis, is every- 
where scattering a temperance literature, 
supporting lecturers in the field, holding 
county and district conventions, and is 
rapidly increasing its numbers in almost 
every part of the civilized world. It 
has degrees and methods of recogni- 
tion. Its membership is estimated at 
nearly half a million. 

TEMPLARS OF HONOR AND TEMPERANCE. 

This order was organized in 1845, and 
now embraces twent)^ Grand Temples, 
with subordinates in nearly all the States 
of the Union. It is intended as a higher 



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temperance and fraternal organization, 
with advancement by degrees as its 
members are proved worthy. It is a 
noble order, composed of splendid men. 

INDEPENDENT ORDER OF RECHABITES. 

Introduced into this country from 
England in 1842, this order spread ra- 
pidly throughout the United States, 
numbering at one time over 100,000, 
but declined in later years, and became 
nearty extinct. In 1868, however, it 
was reorganized, and is now in active 
operation, with tents in many States 
and a large membership. 

GOOD SAMARITANS. 

Organized in the city of New York 
in the year 1847. It is a benefit society, 
and was the first of all the temperance 
orders to admit persons of color to their 
lodges, and the first to admit ladies to 
full membership. They now exist in 
all of the States in the Union, and num- 
ber about 100,000 members. 

FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE. 

This is a Southern organization, com- 
posed entirely of white membership, 
and has State Councils in about ten 
States, with a membership of about 
100,000. Headquarters in Virginia. 

UNITED FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE. 

This is also a Southern organization 
of white membership, established in 
several States, with about 60,000 mem- 
bers. Headquarters in Tennessee. 

BANDS OF HOPE. 

This is the simplest and best organi- 
zation for children now in existence, 
with no useless machinery, and per- 
mitting parents and friends to be pre- 
sent at all the sessions with the chil- 
dren. It is the largest and most exten- 
sive children's temperance organization 
in America. The Band of Hope Manual 
contains full directions how to form 
them, together with constitutions, rules, 
speeches, etc. 

CADETS OF TEMPERANCE. 

This organization for boys was started 
in 1846, and at one time had sections in 
nearly every State in the Union. It has 
a ritual, passwords, and regalia At the 
present time there are about twenty-five 
sections in the State of New York, and 
many in other States. We are not aware 



that there is any national organization 
at present. 



MOTTOES 



OF TEMPERANCE ORGANI- 
ZATIONS. 



Sons of Temperance — " Love, Purity, 
I Fidelity." Good Templars — "Faith, 
I Hope, and Charity." Templars of 
! Honor and Temperance — " Truth, Love, 
! Purity, and Fidelity." Good Samaritans 
j — " Love, Purity, and Truth." Recha- 
| bites — "Temperance, Fortitude, and 
j Justice." Cadets of Temperance — " Vir- 
tue, Laws, and Temperance." Bands of 
Hope — " Faith, Hope, and Light." 



Jack Tar and His Sons. 

A sailor in a temperance speech re- 
lated the following facts, full of deep and 
thrilling interest : 

" Please your honor," said the old 
boatswain, " I've come down here by 
the captain's orders ; and if there's any- 
thing stowed away in my old weather- 
beaten sea-chest of a head that may be of 
any use to a brother sailor, or a lands- 
man either, they're heartily welcome. 
If it will do any good in such a cause 
as this that you've all come here to talk 
about, you may all go down below, and 
overhaul the lockers of an old man's 
heart. It may seem a little strange 
that an old sailor should put his helm 
hard-a-port to get out of the way of a 
glass of grog; but if it wasn't for the 
shame, old as I am, I'd be tied up to the 
rigging, and take a dozen, rather than 
suffer a drop to go down my hatches. 

" Please your honor, it's no very 
pleasant matter for a poor sailor to go 
over the old shoal where he lost a fine 
ship ; but he must be a shabby fellow who 
wouldn't stick up a beacon, if he could, 
and fetch home soundings and bear- 
ings, for the good of all others who may 
sail in those seas. I've followed the 
sea for fifty years. I had good and kind 
parents. They brought me up to read the 
Bible and keep the Sabbath. My lather 
drank spirit sparingly. My mother 
never drank any. Whenever I asked 
for a taste, he was always wise enough 
to put me ofF. ' Milk for babes, my lad,' 
he used to say; 'children must take 
care how they meddle with edge-tools.' 
When I was twelve, I went to sea, cabin- 
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. promised my father to let me have no 
grog ; and he kept his word. After my 
father's death I began to drink spirit, 
and I continued to drink it till I was 
forty-two. I never remember to have 
been tipsy in my life ; but I was greatly 
afflicted with headache and rheumatism 
for several )^ears. I got married when 
I was twenty-three. We had two boys ; 
one of them is living. My eldest boy 
went to sea with me three voyages, and 
afinerlad " — just then something seemed 
to stick in the old boatswain's throat ; 
but he was speedily relieved, and pro- 
ceeded in his remarks : " I used to think 
father was over-strict about spirit, and 
when it was cold or wet I didn't see 
any harm in giving Jack a little, though 
he was only fourteen. When he got 
ashore, where he could serve out his 
own allowance, I soon saw that he 
doubled the quantit)^. I gave him a 
talk. He promised to do better ; but 
he didn't. I gave him another, but he 
grew worse ; and finally, in spite of all 
his poor mother's prayers and my own, 
he became a drunkard. It sank my 
poor wife's spirits entirely, and brought 
mine to the water's edge. Jack became 
very bad, and I lost all control, over 
him. One day I saw a gang of men and 
boys poking fun at a poor fellow who 
was reeling about in the middle of a 
circle and swearing terribly Nobody 
likes to see his profession dishonored, 
so I thought I'd run down and lake him 
in tow. Your honor knows what a sail- 
or's heart is made of; what do you 
think I felt when I found it was my own 
son ? I couldn't resist the sense of duty ; 
and I spoke to him pretty sharply. But 
his answer threw me all aback, like a 
white squall in the Levant. He heard 
me through, and doubling his fist in my 
face, he exclaimed, ' You made me a 
drunkard!' It cut the lanyards of my 
heart like a chain-shot from an eighteen- 
pounder; and I felt as if I should have 
gone by the board." As he uttered these 
words the tears ran down the chan- 
nel of the old man's cheeks like rain. 
Friend Simpson was deeply affected, 
and Parson Sterling sat with his hand- 
kerchief before his eyes. Indeed, there 
was scarcely a dry eye in the assembly. 
After wiping his eyes on the sleeve of 
his pea-jacket the old sailor proceeded : 
" I tried, night and day, to think of 
the best plan to keep my other son from 
following on to destruction in the wake 11 
of his elder brother. I gave him daily 



lessons of temperance ; I held up be- 
fore him the example of his poor broth- 
er ; I cautioned him not to take spirit 
upon an empty stomach; and I kept my 
eye constantly upon him. Still, I daily 
took my allowance ; and the sight of 
the dram-bottle, the smell of liquor, and 
the example of his own father, were able 
lawyers t'other side. I saw the break- 
ers ahead, and I prayed to God to pre- 
serve not only my child but myself; for 
I was sometimes alarmed for my own 
safety. About this time I went to meet- 
ing one Sunday, and the minister read 
the account of the overthrow of Goliah. 
As I returned home I compared intem- 
perance, in my own mind, to the giant 
of Gath ; and I asked myself why there 
might not be found some remedy for the 
evil as simple as the means employed for 
his destruction. For the first time the 
thought of total abstinence occurred to 
my mind — from the brook and the shep- 
herd's sling ! I told my wife what I had 
been thinking of. She said she had no 
doubt that God had put the thought 
into my mind. I called in Tom, my 
youngest son, and I told him I had re- 
solved not to taste another drop, blow 
high or blow low. I called for all there 
was in the house, and threw it out of 
the window. Tom promised to take no 
more. I never had reason to doubt that 
he has kept his promise. He is now 
first mate of an Indiaman. Now, your 
honor, I have said all I had to say about 
my own experience. May be I have 
spun too long a ) r arn already. But I 
think it wouldn't puzzle a Chinese jug- 
gler to take to pieces all that has been 
put together on t'other side," 



The Unwise Father and his 
Ruined Son. 

A gentleman residing near Belfast 
had a son who was a miserable drunk- 
ard. He signed the pledge of the old 
temperance society, but, knowing his 
danger, he abstained entirely from all 
intoxicating liquors. He was rapidly re- 
gaining his former respectability. One 
day he accompanied his father to a 
large dinner party, but drank none. 
His father at the dinner-table pressed 
upon him to take a glass of wine, say- 
ing it would be no breach of his pledge ; 
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that he should take one glass, and not 
make himself an oddity. To please his 
father and get rid of his importunity, he 
took a glass of wine. It was like pour- 
ing oil on a fire. His appetite for strong 
drink was immediately revived, and 
raged furiously. Having got one glass, 
he was unable to resist the temptation 
to take a second and a third, till at last 
he became intoxicated. In this state he 
left the party, and mounted his horse to 
ride home, which he never reached, hav- 
ing fallen on the way and broken his 
neck. 



Not Ultra. 

" Are you a drunkard ?" said the re- 
corder at New Orleans to a hard case 
who was brought up before him as 
blue an indigo-bag. " Why, I am a 
drunkard," said the prisoner, " but not 
an ultra drunkard." 



New Use for a Refrigerator. 

A celebrated temperance lecturer 
visited a public-house upon which had 
been hoisted temperance colors ; "bar- 
room " had disappeared from over the 
door, and office put in its place; the 
44 bar-keeper " no longer recognized a 
title so offensive to the smell of teeto- 
talers, but gloried in the more respect- 
able cognomen of " clerk"; and the 
whole establishment had much the ap- 
pearance of a first-rate temperance 
house. But "murder will out." He 
was kindly received by the landlord, who 
told him how much better he got along 
1 since he turned his liquor out of doors, 
etc. 

After the lecturer had bid the land- 
lord good-day, going through the entry, 
he discovered a large refrigerator with 
the lid up, which curiosity prompted 
him to peep into, and to his surprise he 
found it full of the devil ! He con- 
sidered a few moments how he could 
best shame the landlord. At last he 
cried, in a voice which drew a number 
of others who were in the house, " Here, 
landlord, before I go I want to tell you 
a joke." The landlord came running 
out. "When I used to drink," con- 
tinued the lecturer, looking the landlord 



full in the face, " I used to sing a song 
which perhaps you have heard. I am 
hoarse now, and can't sing, but I will 
just repeat one verse : 

1 Blessed be the man who has a chest 
And a bottle of rum therein ; 
He'll pull it out, and take a swig, 
And put it m again/ " 

And, pointing to the refrigerator, all 
looked in, the landlord's face turned all 
sorts of colors, and in the confusion the 
lecturer retired. 



Vanquishing Misery. 

To illustrate the character of ex- 
Governor Gilmer, who was a model 
man, we insert the following interesting 
anecdote, related by him, though not con- 
nected with temperance: About 1810 
a Methodist preacher died, leaving his 
wife and several children without pro- 
perty, and dependent upon the exertions 
of his widow for their support. The 
youngest son had this dependence in- 
creased by an attack of disease, which 
made him a deformed cripple for life. 
His feet and legs were so contracted as 
to rest upon his body instead of the 
ground. When other children would 
have been running about, he was con- 
fined to his mother's side. Whilst thus 
seated, receiving her instruction how to 
read, he heard from that fond, devoted, 
pious mother how the Best and Holiest 
of all had suffered, meekly and without 
resistance, ignominy and death, because 
it was the will of his Heavenly Father, 
until there came upon the spirit of the 
deformed boy the desire to imitate that 
example so strong that its control was 
beyond all human strength. 

Herbert Andrew struggled to do what- 
ever was possible in aid of his mother 
in her hard labor to support her family, 
and effected more than most imagined 
possible. When he had learned what 
his mother could teach him, he went 
to school, moving upon his hands in- 
stead of his feet, not being able to walk 
upright. By his mother's assistance, 
some little schooling, and his own un- 
tiring exertions, he qualified himself for 
teaching others. He has now been 
teaching near twenty years. His energy 
and ceaseless industry have secured 
him the greatest success. Whilst keep- 
ing school, he has acquired, by his own 
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of the various departments of learning 
that his scholars are now admirably 
qualified for entrance into college. 

His pure life, the strength of his de- 
termination in overcoming difficulties, 
and the energy of his efforts in doing 
good, made such an impression upon 
the people among whom he lived that 
they resolved to give him some assist- 
ance. They elected him tax collector. He 
performed the duties of the office with 
unsurpassed faithfulness. He had been 
continued in office for several years 
when a countryman, thinking that he 
too might be benefited by the perqui- 
sites of the tax collector's office, became 
a candidate in opposition, and sought 
success by insisting that rotation in 
office was the true democratic doctrine. 
The election resulted in the new candi- 
date getting thirty-one votes and the 
old nine hundred and sixty-one votes. 
The flatterers of monarchs are constant- 
ly vilifying the institutions of freedom. 
Would royal favor or aristocratic selfish- 
ness have thus chosen the poor, the de- 
formed > the pure and humbly faithful 
for its agent ? 

The successful efforts of this deformed 
man to overcome obstacles in the way 
of acquiring learning is one among in- 
numerable important results from the 
literary spirit of the last, half-century. — 
Governor Gilmer's Address. 



The Ventriloquist, the Irishman, and 
the Priest. 

At an early period in the practice of 
this art a simple but worthy Irish 
farmer, who, at a slow pace, had been 
riding to the next market town, over- 
took Gallaher, the famous ventriloquist, 
whilst enjoying, as was his habit, the 
benefit of a morning walk. Having, 
according to the excellent custom of 
this social and friendly people, saluted 
the stranger, and having been encour- 
aged by a response in every respect 
congenial to his feelings, he determined 
to enjoy himself in a short confab ; and 
accordingly, in compliment to his new 
acquaintance, as well as to do justice to 
his intended collocutions, he alighted 
from his nag's back, while, at the same 
time, throwing the bridle over his arm, 
that his " friend Bob," as he named his 
quadruped, might follow in his track, he 



gently moved onwards to the time and 
step of his fellow-traveller. 

After some vague remarks on the 
weather, the times, the prospects of 
trade, a word or two on politics, and a 
high eulogium of his nag " Bob," he 
conceived the resolution of pursuing 
his journey at a quicker pace, and for 
that purpose remounted his old " friend." 
His attempt to drive him forward, how- 
ever, proved unsuccessful in its desired 
effects ; for " Bob/' as if disposed to 
belie his owner's commendations of his 
merits, suddenly became restive, and 
refused to move an inch. 

Grievously chagrined at such wayward 
conduct in a " brute " on which, but a 
few moments before, he had lavished bis 
plaudits for opposite qualifications (re- 
marking, among others, how, " whenever 
he had a drop in, and fell from the sad- 
dle, poor 'Bob* would help him to 
rise "), our hero dismounted ; and, in 
right fretful mood, cursed and swore at 
" Bob," and ultimately laid on him 
with his whip most lustily. Having at 
length persuaded himself into the belief 
that he had subdued the pertinacity of 
his rebellious steed, he again remounted, 
but, alas ! with no better success ; when, 
almost unnecessary to add, he adminis- 
tered a second dose of his supple whale- 
bone. 

Matters had thus far progressed, and 
our equestrian was once more in the sad- 
dle, when Gallaher, perceiving the cause 
(a sharp-pointed stone in the poor 
animal's hoof), conceived it high time to 
interpose. In accordance with this dis- 
position, he put his art into full and 
effective requisition, when, lo ! a deep 
and hollow voice, apparently uttered by 
the poor, belabored animal, was distinct- 
ly heard to say : M May the d — 1 break 
my neck, if I don't break yours another 
time for all this !" At these awful and 
portentous words, slowly and solemnly 
enunciated, the affrighted man, more 
like death than life, dismounted ; pre- 
pared himself for the worst ; crossed 
and "blessed himself" in haste; stood 
at a most respectful distance from " the 
beast " ; and, addressing Gallaher in a 
low whisper, significantly enquired of 
him "if he didn't think the devil (the 
Lord save us) had got into the poor 
horse ? " Scarcely had this enquiry 
(meant for Gallaher's ear only) termi- 
nated than " Bob" tauntingly replied : 
" You lie, you villain ! Wait till I catch 
you drunk again ! O mavrone ! 'tis then 



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I'll let you know which of us the d — 1 
has the best right to!" "Oh! the 
Lord save us ! " ejaculated the bewil- 
dered man. " Oh ! the d — 1 take you 
at any rate ! " rejoined the horse. 

Chance had so ordered matters that a 
worthy Catholic clergyman; to whom 
Gallaher was well known, resided at a 
short distance from the scene of this 
strange incident. To him, therefore, the 
astounded farmer bent his steps for some 
relief in so disastrous an exigence ; and, 
having communicated his most extraor- 
dinary tale, requested that " his rever- 
ence" would accompany him to the 
road where the horse continued to stand 
— stock still. " His reverence," who 
was not a little surprised at the relation 
he had heard, complied ; but when, on 
his arrival at the site of this most mar- 
vellous scene, he perceived Gallaher, 
the mystery vanished. Salutations hav 
ing been exchanged between them, the 
honest farmer reiterated particulars, ap- 
pealing every now and again to Galla- 
her as evidence for the truth of his 
statements ; to all of which "his rever- 
ence," for reasons which will presently 
appear, affected to give the most perfect 
credence. u Allow me to ask you," 
said the clergyman, "are you really in 
the habit of drinking strong liquors to 
that excess that you sometimes fall from 
your horse?" "As I can't tell your 
reverence a lie," said the farmer, " I 
must acknowledge that such is the case 
now and then." 

Clergyman. — 'Tis a sad business ; and 
behold, what a frightful result 1 No 
thing less than a warning voice. 

Farmer. — And won't your reverence 
do anything for me? 

Clergyman. — All I can ; but what 
would you have me to do? 

Famier. — To cast the d — 1 out of 
my horse, to be sure. 

Clergyman. — If you make a solemn 
promise against using strong drink in 
future, I'll undertake to reconcile mat- 
ters between you and your hitherto faith- 
ful and sagacious horse. 

Farmer. — I'll do whatever your rever- 
ence desires me. 

Cleigyman — Then, on your knees 
before God, make a vow, and ask his 
blessing to help you to keep it, that, 
from this day forward, you will abstain 
from all intoxicating drinks, and treat 
your poor beast with kindness. 

Farmer. — I do most solemnly and 
sincerely ; but your reverence is for- 



getting to make '" Bob" promise not to 
do as he threatens. 

Clergyman — Be not uneasy on that 
score ; for, if you keep your promise, 
I'll be Bob's security for keeping the 
peace with you. 

Farmer. — I'd like to have him bound 
over, your reverence, anyhow ; for he's 
no longer on a par with unhuman 
horses. Swear him, your reverence. 

Clergyman (winking at Gallaher). — 
Well, Bob, what say you to these 
terms ? 

Bob (apparently). — In compliment to 
your reverence, I revoke my intention ; 
but only on condition that he faithfully 
keeps his promise. 

Here it is almost unnecessary to say 
that, by this curious incident, his re- 
verence had the gratification of accom- 
plishing an object which he had long in 
vain endeavored to affect by advice — 
namely, the reclaiming of this man 
(who was a parishioner of his own) from 
his unfortunate habit. Mutual pledges 
were given between Bob and his master ; 
and, although the worthy farmer sub- 
sequently became acquainted with the 
joke, yet, for the sake of sacredly pre- 
serving his oath, he never after violated 
its burden. 



Value of a Fortune. 

Mr. Peter Singleton, of Norfolk, Va.« 
at the age of twenty-one, came into pos~ 
session of an estate of three hundred 
thousand dollars. Moderate drinking 
led him to the race-course and the gam- 
ing-table, and in two or three years his 
large fortune was entirely swept away, 
and he was left penniless. He soon be 
came unfit for any other society than 
that which is to be found in the lowest 
resorts of drunkenness ; and on the 3d 
of January, 1838, he was conveyed, by 
private charity, to the almshouse, in a 
state of insensibility, and died the same 
day, aged thirty-three. 



Very Polite. 

A Wayne County paper says the body 
of a resident of that county was found 
in the canal, and adds, " He is supposed 
to have perpetrated voluntary destruc- 
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superinduced by long indulgence in in- 
temperate habits." This is a rounda- 
bout way for saying he became rum- 
crazy and drowned himself. 



Washingtonian Movement. 

Very singular was the origin of the 
Washingtonian temperance movement. 
It has all the novelty of romance, and 
reads like a tale of chivalry. 

There were six persons in Baltimore 
who were intimate associates. On Fri- 
day evening, the 2d of April, 1840, they 
were where they had frequently met, at 
Chase's tavern, in Liberty Street, for 
mutual enjoyment, to drink and relate 
anecdotes, and to while away an even- 
ing. Their names were W. K. Mitchell, 
John F. Hoss, David Anderson, George 
Steers, James McCurley, Archibald 
Campbell. 

Elder Knapp was preaching in Balti- 
more at that time, and had given public 
notice that on that evening he would 
deliver a discourse upon the subject of 
temperance. Upon this lecture the con- 
versation of our six heroes presently 
turned ; whereupon it was determined 
that four of them should go and hear it 
and report accordingly. After the ser- 
mon they returned and discoursed on 
its merits for some time ; when one of 
the company remarked that "after all, 
temperance is a good thing." "Oh!" 
said the host, " they're all a parcel of 
hypocrites." " Oh ! yes," replied McCur- 
ley, " I'll be bound for you ; it's your in- 
terest to cry them down, anyhow." " I 
tell ) t ou what, boys," says Steers, " let's 
form a society, and make Bill Mitchell 
president." "Agreed," cried they. The 
ilea seemed to take wonderfully, and 
the more they laughed and talked over 
it, the more they were pleased with it. 

After parting that night they did not 
all meet again until Sunday, when they 
took a stroll, and, between walking and 
treating, they managed to arrange the 
whole matter to their entire satisfaction. 
It was agreed that one of them should 
draw up a pledge, and that the whole 
party should sign it the next day. Ac- 
cordingly, on Monday morning, William 
K. Mitchell wrote the following pledge : 
* We, whose names are annexed, desi- | 
rous of forming a society for our mutual j 
benefit, and to guard against a pernici- ; 
ous practice, which is injurious to our 



health, standing, and families, do pledge 
ourselves as gentlemen that we will not 
drink any spirituous or malt liquors, 
wine, or cider." 

He went with it, about nine o'clock, 
to Anderson's house, and found him 
still in bed, sick from the effects of his 
Sunday adventure. He arose, however, 
dressed himself, and, after hearing the 
pledge read, went down to his shop with 
his friend for pen and ink, and there 
did himself the honor of being the first 
man who signed the Washington Pledge. 
After obtaining the names of the remain- 
ing four, the worthy president finished 
this noble achievement by adding his 
own. On the evening of that day, they 
met at the residence of one of their 
number, and duly formed themselves 
into a society, by assigning to each the 
following offices : President, W. K. 
Mitchell ; Vice-President, Archibald 
Campbell; Secretary, John F. Hoss; 
Treasurer, James McCurley; Standing 
Committee, George Steers and David 
Anderson. 

Such was the origin of that wonder- 
ful movement, which produced such 
mighty results all over our country. 



The Wrong Book. 

A man who was disgusted with tern- 
perance and temperance publications 
was passing a book-store, and looking 
into a window saw a book with this 
title : " Not on Temperance." " Not on 
temperance," said he. " That is just the 
book 1 want." He went in and pur- 
chased, and was astonished to find it 
" Nott on Temperance." 



Doctor Leonard Woods and the 
Dissipated Clergymen. 

Nearly forty years ago Dr. Leonard 
Woods, Professor of Christian Theology 
in the Theological Institution, Andover, 
Massachusetts, wrote the following let- 
ter to the Rev. Dr. Edwards : " When I 
entered on the work of the ministry 
(thirty-eight years ago), it was the gene- 
ral and almost universal practice for 
ministers to make a frequent use of 
stimulating drinks, especially on the 
Sabbath. They considered this practice 
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health, sustaining them under fatigue, 
and increasing the vigor of their con- 
stitution. The generality of physicians 
approved of this practice, and often re- 
commended brandy, wine, gin, etc., as 
the best remedy for diseases of the sto- 
mach and lungs. Every family that I 
visited deemed it an act of kindness, 
and no more than what common civility 
required, to offer me wine or distilled 
spirit, and thought it a little strange if 
I refused to drink. At funerals the be- 
reaved friends and others were accus- 
tomed to use strong drink before and 
after going to the burial. At ordina- 
tions, councils, and all other meetings 
of ministers different kinds of stimu- 
lating drinks were provided, and there 
were but few who did not partake of 
them. ... . . 

"The state of things which I have 
referred to among men of my own pro- 
fession, together with its manifest con- 
sequences, began, early in my ministry, 
to alarm my fears. I remember that at a 
particular period, before the temperance 
reformation commenced, I was able to 
count up nearly forty ministers of the 
Gospel, and none of them at a very great 
distance, who were either drunkards 
or so far addicted to intemperate drink- 
ing that their reputation and usefulness 
were greatly injured, if not utterly ruin- 
ed. And I could mention an ordina- 
tion that took place about twenty years 
ago, at which I myself was ashamed 
and grieved to see two aged ministers 
literally drunk, and a third indecently 
excited with strong drink. These dis- 
gusting and appalling facts I should 
wish might be concealed. But they 
were made public by the guilty persons ; 
and I have thought it just and proper 
to mention them, in order to show how 
much we owe to a compassionate God for 
the great deliverance he has wrought." 
This evidence might be continued to 
any desirable extent. 



The Wine-Drinking Clergyman and 
the Broken-Hearted Father. 

At a temperance meeting in Philadel- 
phia, some years ago, a learned clergy- 
man spoke in favor of wine as drink de- 
monstrating it, quite to his own satisfac- 
tion, to be Scriptural, gentlemanly, and 
healthful. When he sat down, a plain, 
elderly man rose and asked leave to say 



a few words. " A young friend of mine," 
said he, ' who had long been very intem- 
perate, was at length prevailed on, to 
the great joy of his friends, to take the 
pledge of entire abstinence from all that 
could intoxicate. He kept the pledge 
faithfully for some time, struggling with 
his habit fearfully, till one evening, in a 
social party, glasses of wine were hand- 
ed around. They came to a clergy- 
man present, who took a glass, saying 
a few words in vindication of the prac- 
tice. 'Well !' thought the young man, 
' if a clergyman can take wine and jus- 
tify it so well, why not I?' So he also 
took a glass. It instantly rekindled 
his fiery and slumbering appetite, and 
after a rapid, downward course he died 
of delirium tremens — died a raving mad- 
man." The old man paused for utter- 
ance, and was just able to add : " That 
young man was my son, and the clergy- 
man was the reverend doctor who has 
just addressed the assembly!" — Spirit 
of the Age % 



Whiskey Indian. 

" Are you a Christian Indian ? " said a 
person to an adherent of Red Jacket, at 
the settlement near Cattaraugus. " No," 
said the sturdy savage — " no, I whiskey 
Indian." 

This was frank and calling things by 
their right names. We have professed 
Christians, sworn servants of the bless- 
ed Redeemer, who sell the poison to all 
who will buy ; and yet, when we ask 
them what kind of Christians they are, 
they reply, ''Temperance Christians"; 
and thus they quiet conscience. And 
thus they are angry with us because we 
sa)', " No, but whiskey Christians." 
Are we not right? Should they not be 
called whiskey Christians? — Temperance 
Record* 



The Wine-Drinking Pastor. 

" Sir," said a gentleman to his pastor 
a few days since, as he met him walking 
in the city, " I have an incident to relate 
to you." " What is that ? " said the 
pastor. " Why, sir, in riding in the 
Long Island railroad car with a good 
deal of company, a lady of your ac- 
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wine. 'What is that you say?' said a 
well-dressed, gentlemanly man. * Do 
you say that he drinks wine ?' * Yes, 
sir.' 'Do you know it?' 'Yes, sir.' 
1 Well, I am sorry to hear it, for of all 
preachers in the city I admire him most, 
and I always make it a point to hear 
him when I can , but, if this is true, I can 
never, never hear him again.' " The 
pastor reflected a moment, and said, " I 
do not drink much wine, and I do not 
much think I shall drink any more." 



What a Little Indulgence Can Do. 

A very marked and painful instance 
of the effects of a bad example occurred 
recently in the vicinity of Boston. A 
gentleman of high social position, a 
member of an evangelical church, and 
the father of an interesting family — one 
whose life was closely watched, and 
whose errors as well as virtues were 
sure to be imitated — gave a large party. 
It was on the occasion of the twenty- 
fifth anniversary of his marriage. The 
company was very select, consisting in 
most part of clergymen of his own de- ! 
nomination and the leading literary and 
business men of his acquaintance, with 
their families, nearly all being professed 
Christians. 

At the bountiful supper which was 
provided, conspicuous among the arti- j 
cles of luxury on the tables appeared a \ 
goodly supply of wine. It might chari- 
tably have been supposed that the j 
host was merely weakly catering to the . 
demands of fashion, that his wine would 
remain untouched, and that he would j 
receive gentle rebukes from more than 
one person present. But no ! Four 
doctors of divinity were among the first j 
to raise their cups. The example was 
infectious. Some drank who never 
drank before, and all followed like a j 
flock of sheep, seeming to have the 
feeling, which appears to be notuncom- j 
mon, that it is possible for society to be j 
good enough to be safely above the ob- 
servance of the lesser morals. 

One gentleman looked upon the j 
scene with evident surprise for a time ; j 
then he seemed to hesitate, and finally | 
he drank more than all the rest. He j 
went home and drank again that 
night, and again the next day, and 
the next. In a week he was a I 
ditch-drunkard, and in a month was 



discharged from the church of which he 
had been a consistent and valued mem- 
ber for seven years. He had been ac- 
customed in early life to habits of dissi- 
pation, and that single evening's expe- 
rience was sufficient to burst the old 
temptation upon him with overwhelming 
force Christian duty, home, manliness, 
all that he was or ever hoped to be, were 
swallowed up in that one low passion. 
The example of his own pastor had ruin- 
ed him. 

What say our defenders among the 
churches of moderate drinking ? Is no 
one responsible in such a case as this ? 
Does not the Bible say something about 
him " who putteth the cup to his neigh- 
bor's lips " ? In this instance the results 
are clearly traceable ; but who will dare 
to say how often as terrible conse- 
quences follow when nothing is said 
and little is publicly known of them ? 



The Wine-Dealer and his Wife. 

The late Dr. Sinott related the fol- 
lowing : 

A wine-dealer's wife, in the commer- 
cial capital of the State, whose con- 
science was ill at ease in relation to 
the traffic in intoxicating liquors, avail- 
ing herself of an auspicious moment, 
said to her husband : "I do not like 
your selling ; it seems to me to be a bad 
business. You do not, I suppose, make 
more than one or two hundred dollars a 
year by it ; and I should be very much 
rejoiced if you would give it up." " I 
know," answered her husband, " as 
well as you, that it is a bad business ; I 
should be as glad to give it up as you 
would to have me ; if I did not make 
more than two or even five hundred 
dollars a year. by it, I would give it up." 
" How much, then," enquired his wife, 
" do you make ?" " Why," replied her 
husband, " I make from two to three 
thousand dollars a year — an amount too 
large to be relinquished." " What you 
say," she rejoined, " brings to my mind 
the remarks of a temperance lecturer I 
once heard, who, having repeated what 
Walpole said in relation to every man 
having his price in politics, added that 
it was much the same in religion. 
Satan, continued he, is a broker — not a 
wheat or cotton broker, but a soul 
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in his service for a hundred, some for a 
thousand dollars a year. My dear hus- 
band, look you well to it. To me it 
seems that even three thousand a year 
is a paltry price for that which is truly 
priceless." On the mind of that hus- 
band sudden conviction flashed, and, 
liberal as was his portion in those 
rewards of unrighteousness which Satan 
proffered, he resolved, and avowed the 
resolution, to receive it no longer, 



The Wine-Seller and the Shoemaker. 

A poor man, who was a shoemaker, 
took a shop in one of the boulevards 
of Paris. As he was industrious, ex- 
peditious, and punctual, his customers 
rapidly increased, and he began to gain 
property. After the lapse of a few 
months, a wine-merchant opened a shop 
next door to the shoemaker ; and the 
latter, to be on good terms with his 
neighbor, took occasion to step in 
from time to time, and take a glass of 
wine. Soon he perceived a dangerous 
habit was forming ; and he discontinued 
his visits to the vintner for some days, 
The wine-merchant took occasion to 
enquire the reason. " I have no money," 
was the reply. "Oh! no matter," said 
the other, " come in and drink." The 
shoemaker accepted the invitation, till 
at last so considerable a bill was run up 
that his best clothes were pawned for 
payment. A festival drew near, and he 
of the awl asked him of the glass to 
lend him his clothes but for that day. 
He was refused. Much chagrined, the 
shoemaker cast about him for some plan 
of revenge. The wine-merchant had a 
lien with a fine brood of chickens, and 
they used to venture near the door of 
the shoemaker's shop. He procured 
some bread, and, scattering it upon the 
lloor, enticed the hen with her chickens 
to enter. Then catching them, he strip- 
ped off all their feathers, and turned 
them loose to go to their owner. En- 
raged at the enormous cruelt3*, the mer- 
chant makes complaint and seeks re- 
dress. " Friend," said the shoemaker, 
" you have no occasion for complaint. 
I have only done that to your fowls which 
you did to me. You enticed me into 
your shop ; you stripped me of my 
clothes and left me destitute. "What I 
have done to fowls you did to a fellow- 
man. On the charge of cruelty we are 



equal, though the baits we used were 
different." Do to others as you would 
they should do to you, is a maxim 
which, if always remembered and ob- 
served, would prevent most of the heart- 
burnings and contentions among men. 



William Wirt and the Young Lady. 

William Wirt is distinguished as an 
orator and as an author. His life of 
Patrick Henry immortalized both Henry 
and Wirt. His description of " The 
Blind Preacher" is inimitably beauti- 
ful. As a lawyer he was eminent. His 
speech against Aaron Burr, when tried, 
for treason in Richmond, is surpassingly 
eloquent. 

In early life he was fond of social 
pleasures, and had a strong relish for 
wit and humor, and was fond of gay 
companions. He indulged in convivial 
habits. Virginia hospitality had its 
snares for such a man ; for every dinner 
party was a revel, every ordinary visit 
was a temptation. 

In 1795 he was married, and in 1800 
his wife died. In 1802 he was married 
the second time. Tradition throws the 
charm of romance around this new attach- 
ment. The story is told that Wirt, after 
an occasion of convivial indulgence, be- 
came intoxicated, was unable to reach 
his dwelling, and fell helpless and in- 
sensible upon the sidewalk. The 
young lady who afterwards became his 
wife was passing, and she recognized 
him, and over his face, exposed to the 
sun, she spread her handkerchief, which 
bore the initials of her name. When he 
recovered and saw the handkerchief 
with the name of the owner, he was 
much affected. Such an incident 
touched Wirt to the heart. This touch- 
ing incident appears to be true, for there 
occur in Wirt's subsequent letters to 
his wife many expressions of grateful 
affection, coupled with a sense of indebt- 
edness, which intimate that something 
of the kind occurred. " How much do 
I owe you? Not only the creation of 
my hopes of happiness on earth, but the 
restoration of my hopes of happiness 
in a better world. I must confess 
that the natural gayety of my char- 
acter, rendered still more reckless 
by the dissipation into which I had 
been allured, had sealed my eyes, 
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of the righteous. It was you whose 
example and tender exhortations res- 
cued me from the horrors of confirmed 
guilt, and taught me once more to raise 
my suppliant mind to God . . ." 
William Wirt was a Christian lawyer, 
and left behind him when he died a 
name of more value than great riches, 



Why a Governor Signed the Pledge. 

"Am I my brother's keeper ? " fell from 
the lips of Cain. God has so identified 
our interest with others that we are in 
some respects our brother's keeper- "No 
man liveth to himself, no man dieth to 
himself." 

A governor of Pennsylvania signed 
the pledge, " not because he thought 
himself in danger, but to save a friend. " 
The head of one of the best families was 
becoming intemperate, to the great dis- 
tress of his house. " I saw," said the 
governor, " their grief. I resolved to 
speak to him on the subject ; did so, 
and urged him to sign the pledge. He 
suddenly turned upon me, saying, 
4 Governor, I will if you will.' 'It is a 
bargain,' said I, and we went im- 
mediately to the office of the secretary, 
and both signed ; and I know not that I 
ever touched a drop of liquor afterwards. 
Nothing else would have induced me 
to sign ; but I think of it as one of the 
best acts of my life." 



Richard Weaver, the Prize-Fighter, 

The preacher Richard Weaver is thus 
described in an English newspaper: 

"A new preacher, byname Richard 
Weaver, formerly a prize-fighter and a 
collier in the North, has appeared in Lon- 
don, and is producing very deep and 
widespread impressions by open-air ad- 
dresses on large masses of the popula- 
tion. He was announced first of all, by 
a handbill, to preach and 'sing' at the 
Cumberland Market. And ' sing,' as 
well as 'preach,' he can do to the melt- 
ing down of hundreds. One night, ad- 
dressing a number of poor men and 
women on the words, ' They shall return 
to Zion with songs,' he said, ' I was al- 
wiys fond of singing. I believe I was 
born to sing ; but the songs I used to 
si 02: nre not the songs I love now.' 

" ' O my dear men ! you sing, " Bri- 



tons never, never shall be slaves"; 
but what slaves you are to your own 
lusts, to the devil, to the landlord. I 
used to sing, " We won't go home till 
morning"; the landlord loves to hear 
that. I've sung thatfive nights together, 
and spent fourteen pounds on one spree, 
and got turned out in the end. But I 
have learned better songs ; I'll tell you 
some of the songs I love now. Here's 
one : 

tl O happy day that fixed my choice 
On thee, my Saviour and my God ! " 

And here's another : 

" There is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins.' " 

"The speaker quoted with wonderful 
rapidity, but without the semblance of 
irreverence, at least a dozen hymns, or 
portions of hymns, some of which he 
sang, the meeting taking up the chorus. 
" We cannot describe the thrilling effect 
of Mr. Weaver's singing in the midst of 
preaching, it is so natural, so free from 
everything like premeditation or aiming 
at effect. 

"It is said that from forty to fifty per- 
sons were hopefully converted by one 
appeal. One of these cases was that of 
a careless young sailor, brought to the 
meeting by his mother ; and on this 
Weaver founded the appeal, 'O moth- 
ers ! go on praying for ever. Never mind 
what they are, or where they are ; if any 
prayers reach heaven, a mother's do.' 
Eight years ago the news sounded from 
heaven to the poor old woman in Shrop- 
shire, ' Richard Weaver is born again.'" 



What a Whiskey Barrel Contains. 

Senator Rusk, of Texas, was once at 
an Indian " talk," when a man drove up 
with a barrel of whiskey. An old In- 
dian, after looking earnestly for some 
time at it, asked Mr. Rusk if he knew 
what was in that barrel. He said he 
presumed it was whiskey. " No," said 
the Indian, " there are about a thousand 
songs and fifty fights in that barrel." 



The Widow and the Poor-house. 

" Did you observe that interesting- 
looking widow with four children?" 
observed a poor law guardian to his 
friend. " Poor thing ! she once knew 



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better days, and had every luxury that 
wealth could purchase." " How did 
she come to be an inmate of the poor- 
house " ? enquired the friend. " Through 
the drinking and gambling habits of her 
husband/' was the reply. " Have you 
many of such cases?" "Many! Indeed 
we have. I verily believe that nine out 
of every ten of the paupers in the poor- 
house have come here directly or indirect- 
ly through intemperance. Rum-shops 
and beer-houses are the great curses of 
our land." 



Wine, Good and Bad, 

The fruit of the vine was made by God, 
and it is always good ; 

The intoxicating wine was made by man, 
and it is bad. 

The fruit of the vine is perfect and nu- 
tritious; 

The intoxicating wine is imperfect and 
very innutritious. 

The fruit of the vine is the wine of God : 

The intoxicating wine is the wine of 
man. 

The fruit of the vine has always been a 
blessing; 

The intoxicating wine has been, is, and 
will be a fearful curse. 

The fruit of the vine is convertible into 
blood, flesh, and bones; 

The intoxicating wine is convertible into 
neither. 

The fruit of the vine is cheap and safe ; 

The intoxicating wine is dear and dan- 
gerous. 

The fruit of the vine is the wine which 
wisdom has mingled ; 

The intoxicating wine is a man-made 
mixture. 

The fruit of the vine is proved by analy- 
sis to be good ; 

The intoxicating wine by the same means 
is proved to be not good. 

The fruit of the vine never kills ; 

The intoxicating wine does. 

The fruit of the vine never creates thirst ; 

The intoxicating wine does. 

The fruit of the vine contains not one 
drop of alcohol ; 

The intoxicating wine is very alcoholic. 

The fruit of the vine is a blessing ; 

The intoxicating wine is a mocker. 

The fruit of the vine has never injured 
any church ; 

The intoxicating wine has injured many. 

The fruir of the vine is the emblem of 
the Saviour's shed blood ; 



The intoxicating wine bites like a ser- 
pent, and stings like an adder. 

The fruit of the vine has a history of 
peace, and joy, and gladness ; 

The intoxicating wine has a history of 
woe, death, and madness. 



Wine of Judea. 

Rev. Albert Barnes, in his " Commen- 
tary," says: ''The wine of Judea was 
the pure juice of the grape, without any 
mixture of alcohol, and commonly weak 
and harmless. It was the common 
drink of the people, and did not tend to 
produce intoxication." 



The Whiskey Cure. 

This is an age of discovery. Although 
the virtues of whiskey and gin-toddy 
have long been known to a drunken and 
dying world, it remained for the editor 
of the Independent Delawarian to dis- 
tinguish himself in pointing out a new 
remedial application of grog. Listen to 
the story of his family experience : 

" Every day or two we hear of the deaths 
of young children with the cholera in- 
fantum. For this disease we would re- 
commend that the children be permitted 
to drink freely of whiskey or gin-todd) r . 
We have tried it in our own family, and 
have never met with any thing that 
would afford relief as soon as this." 

There, mothers, you have the long- 
talked-of elixir vitce. Whenever you see 
your children ailing, make them drunk 
on whiskey, and tney will forget their 
aches and pains. Whenever the cholera 
infantum assails them, feed them freely 
on gin-toddy, and the relief, if a certain 
family experience is to be relied on, is 
sure. The world is full of" old soakers," 
who can find no relief for any ill that 
flesh or mind isheir to but in something 
akin to whiskey or gin-toddy. Young 
children can be very readily brought 
into that state of alcoholic contamina- 
tion which, in all their maladies, turns 
with perverted instinct to whiskey and 
gin-toddy. The editor ought to have a 
monument erected to his memory by 
penny contributions from young chil- 
dren, the dome to be ornamented with 
the genius of ^Esculapius holding in the 
right hand a huge jug of whiskey, and 
in the left an enormous bottle of gin- 
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Wine the Mocker. 

" Wine is a mocker." The word wine 
occurs in the Bible two hundred and 
sixty-one times ; one hundred and 
twenty-one times it contains warnings, 
seventy-one times it contains warnings 
and reproofs, twelve times it denounces 
it as poisonous and venomous, and five 
times it totally prohibits it. " Whoso- 
ever is deceived thereby is not wise." 
No one doubts that intoxicating wine 
is referred to. But wine is also referred 
to in the Bible as a blessing, making 
the heart glad — an emblem of purity 
and spiritual mercies. It is used to 
symbolize the blood of the atonement, 
and is to be drunk anew in our Father's 
kingdom. This is not the wine which 
mocks and deceives, and which '■ at last 
bites like a serpent and stings like an 
adder." Two kinds of wine are referred 
to, one fermented and the other unfer- 
mented — one intoxicating and the other 
unintoxicating. Christ never made, or 
drank, or recommended intoxicating 
wine. Nothing fermented was or could 
be used at the Passover or Lord's Sup- 
per. The entire subject of the wines of 
the ancients, and the wedding-wine at 
Cana, expediency, good and bad wine, 
etc., is fully discussed in a little book 
recently published by the National Tem- 
perance Society, entitled " Laws of Fer- 
mentation," by Rev. Wm. Patton, D.D., 
clearly proving that two kinds of wines 
existed in Judea at the time of our Sa- 
viour, and that the alcoholic kind never 
should be used as a beverage. 



The Work of " An Honest Dealer." 

" Friends and neighbors, having just 
opened a licensed shop for the sale of 
liquors in this place, I embrace this op- 
portunity of informing you that on Sat- 
urday next I will commence the business 
of making drunkards, paupers, and 
beggars for the industrious and respec- 
table of the community to support. 

" I shall deal in familiar spirits, which 
will invite men to riot, robbery, and 
bloodshed, and by so doing diminish the 
comforts, increase the expense, and en- 
danger the welfare of the community. 

" I will for a small sum undertake, 
upon short notice and with the greatest 
expedition, to prepare victims for the 
poor-house, asylums, prisons, and the 
gallows. 



" I will furnish an article suited to 
the taste, which will increase the num- 
ber of fatal accidents, multiplying dis- 
tressing diseases, and rendering those 
comparatively harmless incurable. 

" I will deal in drugs which will de- 
prive some of life, many of reason, most 
of property, and all of peace ; which 
will cause fathers to become fiends, 
wives to become widows, and children 
to become orphans, and all to become 
great sufferers. 

" I will cause the rising generation to 
grow up in ignorance and prove a nuis- 
ance to the nation. I will cause mothers 
to forget their helpless children, and 
priceless virtue no longer to remember 
its value. 

" I will endeavor to corrupt the min- 
isters of the Gospel, defile the purity of 
the churches, and cause spiritual, tem- 
poral, and eternal death. 

" If any should be so impertinent as 
to ask why I have the audacity to bring 
such accumulated misery upon a com- 
paratively happy people, my honest re- 
ply is, ' Greenbacks.' 

4i I live in a land of liberty. I have 
purchased the right to demolish the 
character, destroy the health, shorten the 
lives and ruin the souls of all those who 
choose to honor me with their patron- 
age. Come one ! Come all ! 

41 I pledge myself to do all I have here- 
in promised. Those who wish any of 
the evils above specified brought upon 
themselves and their dearest friends are 
requested to meet at my ' bar,' where I 
will, for a few cents, furnish them with 
the certain means of doing so. 

"An Honest Dealer." 



"When the Wine is In, the Wit is 
Out." 

Coming home a short time since in 
the evening cars, we observed a young 
man stagger in from some cross-road 
station with a great gray goose in his 
arms. He took the seat by the door, 
and placed the goose by his side. She 
looked by far the most dignified and re- 
spectable of the two. It was plain to 
see, by a glance at his face, where he 
had made the last call before coming on 
board the cars. Liquor-saloons are 
unfortunately handy to most railroad 
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Every few minutes he would reel 
away to the door, and peer out into the 
darkness, to see if he had got nearly to 
his stopping-place. Every time he got 
up, the goose stretched out her long 
neck and looked after him, with a loud 
and warning " Quack ! quack !" to the 
great amusement of the passengers. 

The man looked back every time with 
a silly leer, and answered in a drawling 
tone, '• You keep still ! I'll come back." 

" The goose has the most wit of the 
two," remarked a gentleman. 

But for the constant interference of 
the brakeman at the door, he would 
probably have stumbled off the cars and 
been crushed to death. That worthy 
at last lost all patience, and escorted 
him back to his seat with a good deal 
of spirit. 

" There ! don't you come out again 
till 1 tell you. I'll take you by the coat 
when I want you to get ofT." The man 
smiled around on everybody, and snug- 
gled up his goose affectionately, who 
responded by a loud " quack." It was 
a plain illustration of the old proverb, 
" When the wine is in, the wit is out." 

This young man, who had made him- 
self a laughing-stock to all beholders, 
might have been a respected, useful man 
in society, if he had let liquor alone. 
That had been his ruin. The silly look 
on his face and the maudlin words on 
his lips had become habitual. He had 
lowered himself to a plane below the 
brute, and was less respected by his fel- 
lows. Oh ! for what worthless trash he 
had bartered his manhood. A moment- 
ary gratification of a depraved taste 
was all the gain he could boast of, and 
that gain was his deadliest loss. 



What the Pastor Saw. 

Says the author of the Pastor's Journal, 
" I am yet a young man, but I will tell 
you what I have seen : I have seen, and 
I can almost fancy I now see, the village 
school-house and its green lawn, on 
which forty or fifty robust and active 
children were sporting in all the gayety 
and recklessness of early youth. One 
grew up a tippler, and died by his own 
hand. Hisbrother, who was saved from 
the like course only by the mastery of 
another passion, avarice, which corn- 
baled for a time the strength of intem- 
perance, has at length, under thirty, gone 



down to the verge of the grave, over 
which be now totters with the bottle in 
his hand. A third, though born to a 
large property, now drives a team, a 
drunken wagoner, on the same road on 
which his father's coach used to roll. 
Another ran away from home at sixteen. 
Another, on his passage from New Or- 
leans to some northern port of the 
United States, laid a plot for seizing the 
vessel, rose upon the captain, was 
wounded, and finally thrown bleeding 
into the sea, and perished. These all 
loved strong drink, and, I am convinced, 
imbibed their passion for it from the ex- 
ample of their parents and from being 
permitted to drink the ' leavings in the 
bottom of the glass.' " 



The Wine-Drinking Lady and her 
Son. 

A lady, who was much opposed to the 
total-abstinence pledge, and thought the 
one against the use of ardent spirit suf- 
ficient to prevent intemperance, had her 
eyes opened by her son purchasing some 
wine, with which he retired to a secret 
place with some of his companions. 
Soon after he came reeling into the 
house, intoxicated on wine — that safe, 
that healthful beverage, the use of which 
some men think almost necessary to 
save the temperance cause from destruc- 
tion. The mother hastened with her 
son to sign the total-abstinence pledge. 
Would that all mothers would do the 
same without waiting for such a trial ! 



The Washerwoman and the Lady. 

A lady, some time ago, in her daily 
pursuit of objects on whom to bestow 
comforts and blessings derived from the 
resources of a large fortune and bene- 
volent heart, found on a miserable pal- 
let, in a miserable dwelling, a wretched 
female in great bodily agony, and, as it 
turned out, a few hours only from dis- 
solution. She learned with grief that 
this poor woman was a victim of in- 
temperance, and that a course of drunken 
habits was dragging her into a prema- 
ture grave. After a few solemn words 
to the dying creature, the lady was sur- 
prised that she turned round and feebly 
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So altered, however, were the sunk and 
emaciated features that it was some 
time before she recognized the changed 
countenance of one who had formerly 
been her laundry servant. Much moved 
at the sight, the lady exclaimed, " Ah ! 
is it you, in such a place, in such dis- 
tress, and, oh ! in such perilous circum- 
stances as regards your immortal soul ? " 
" It is," replied the dying woman with 
firmness and composure ; " here I am, 
and it is you who have brought me to 
this." If a beam out of the wall had 

spoken the sentence, Mrs. could 

not have been more confounded. " O 
madam!" continued the departing sinner, 
"dinnayou mind how often I refused, 
how unwilling I was to taste — I mean 
the whiskey at the washing — oh ! and 
how you pressed me till't, and gart me 
do't. Oh ! dinna yemin' that? And how 
sair I pled wi' you, that you wud na gar 
me do't?" 



and cannot put the key in the door, 
and swears some one has stolen the key- 
hole, or when he attempts to wind up 
his watch with the boot-jack." 



Wife Pelting her Husband. 

Many a husband has pelted his wife, 
and sometimes it is reversed and the 
husband gets the pelting. The Rev. 
Wm. Ried relates the following: " On my 
way to worship one Sabbath morning I 
came upon a woman most unmercifully 
beating a man with a potato beetle. 
There leaned the poor wretch against 
the wall, apparently quite unconscious 
of the injury he was receiving. On my 
saying, ' Stop, stop ! this is not work for 
a Sabbath morning,' 'Stand aside, sir,' 
said the incensed woman, while she up- 
lifted the instrument of chastisement 
for another blow — ' stand aside, sir ; is 
he not my lawful married man ? ' " Mr. 
Ried says, " Aware of the risk of inter- 
fering with opposing powers, I judged 
it best to take her advice." 



When is a Man Drunk? 

It is very difficult to settle the ques- 
tion when a man is drunk or to prove a 
man drunk. The following may aid 
us : "A man is considered drunk when 
he goes to the pump to l'ght his pipe, 
or when he can't see a hole through a 
ladder, or when he lies in the gutter and 
cries for some one to come and tuck 
him up, and when he gets home at night 



Wouldn't Go by Water 

I knew a minister of rare beauty, of 
splendid personal appearance, and elo- 
quent beyond description. He was 
silver-tongued. I never heard a man in 
all my life that so charmed me with his 
eloquence. I remember some of his texts ; 
one was this : " If any man among you 
seem to be religious, and bridleth not 
his tongue, that man's religion is vain." 

His theme was the sins of the tongue, 
and with tremendous emphasis, he said, 
" Devil won't eat devil, but minister 
will eat minister." I heard him preach 
on Masonry on St. John's day. He was 
witty. He was answering objections to 
ladies not belonging to the Masonic 
order. He said : " Ladies, your hands 
were never made to handle trowels." He 
quoted, " Consider the lilies of the field ; 
they toil not, neither do they spin," etc. 
And he said : " Consider the ladies ; 
they toil not, neither do they spin, ex- 
cept street-yarns, nowadays." 

Again, I heard him preach a sermon 
with the utmost solemnity from " It is 
appointed unto men once to die." 

One of his brother clergymen was 
accused of having brandy in a demi- 
john, and it was labelled " oil." 
A sailor, in taking it home to him on 
his shoulder, thought it did not sound, 
when he shook it, like oil, and he took 
out the cork, and found it brandy, and 
he drank very freely. When he arrived 
at the minister's, he said " he was sorry 
I he had no ardent spirits to treat him 
with." " Never mind," said the sailor, 

" Mr. , I like your oil very well." 

Such was the story, whether true or not. 
The minister I have been, speaking of 
visited his brother* clergyman, and lie 
asked him " if he would not like to take 
a little spirits to refresh himself with." 
Said he : " Brother, I don't care if I take 
a little of your oil." 

He was going down the Long Island 
Sound on board of a steamboat, and 
there was a terrific storm, and they were 
in great danger, and he manifested much 
fear. When the storm was over, some 
enquired why he, a good man, should be 
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gone immediately to heaven. He said : 
" No doubt of it " ; but he added, " I tell 
you what it is, I don't wish to go by 
water." 

He would go to a tavern on a Satur- 
day night, call for a room and a bottle of 
brandy, and then he would write his ser- 
mon and preach it on the Sabbath-day. 
He went from bad to worse. He lost 
the lock of his strength, and at last, by a 
fall, he went into the presence of his God 
and Judge. How true the sentiment of 
Doctor Young, " With the talents of an 
angel a man may be a fool " ! 



Wrongly Spelt. 

A temperance man thinks the brewers 
spell the name of one of their drinks 
wrong — he thinks ales should be spelled 
ailes. 



Wine-Drinking. 

The Duke of Orleans, the eldest son 
of King Louis Philippe, was the in- 
heritor of whatever rights his royal father 
could transmit. He was a noble young 
man — physically and intellectually no- 
ble. His generous qualities had rendered 
him universally popular. One morning 
he invited a few companions to break- 
fast with him, as he was about to take 
his departure from Paris to join his re- 
giment. In the conviviality of the hour 
he drank a little too much wine. He 
did not become intoxicated. But in that 
joyous hour he drank a glass too much. 
He slightly lost the balance of his body 
and of his mind. Bidding adieu to his 
companions, he entered his carriage. 
But for the extra glass of wine he would 
have kept his seat. He leaped from the 
carriage. His head first struck the pave- 
ment. Senseless and bleeding, he was 
taken into a beer-shop and died. That 
extra glass of wine overthrew the Or- 
leans dynasty, confiscated their pro- 
perty of one hundred millions of dollars, 
and sent the whole family into exile. 



The Murdered Wife. 

The following was written by a per- 
son of the name of Henry Wilson, a 
native of the United States, while under 



sentence of death, from Kingston jail, 
Upper Canada, who had been con- 
victed of the murder of his youthful 
wife ; and which affords anothei de- 
plorable instance of the rapidly down- 
ward career of the gambler and the 
drunkard, during which the admoni- 
tions of virtue and the remonstrances 
of conscience are disregarded, the sen- 
sibilities of the heart outraged, the 
claims and recommendations of female 
loveliness spurned by the destroyer of 
her peace — by the man to whom she had 
surrendered her affections, and upon 
whose integrity and faithfulness she 
confidingly staked her hopes of future 
happiness. 

The subject of these remarks was 
born to respectability and affluence, and 
at the death of his father inherited a 
handsome property, valued at $70,000, 
but which he soon lost by his dissipated 
course and the failure of certain banks ; 
he was then so reduced in circum- 
stances as to become a hostler at New 
Orleans. Previous to this reverse of 
fortune, however, he had formed an ac- 
quaintance with Miss Helen Preston, 
while at Mount Vernon, which had 
subsequeutly ripened into love at the 
President's residence at Washington, 
where they frequented the best society. 
While officiating in the degrading situa- 
tion alluded to, Miss Preston, accom- 
panied by a party of friends, arrived in 
a carriage at the inn, the horses of which 
he held till they alighted, but, fortu- 
nately for him, without being recognized ; 
and failing to appear at his post when it 
left, he was discharged. 

He afterwards received about $8,000 
of his property, one of the banks having 
resumed ; and with this sum went into 
business at Charleston, S. C. Here he 
again renewed his attentions to Miss 
Preston, who was living with her mother 
in independent circumstances in a rural 
paradise, surrounded by all the com- 
forts and luxuries of life, and attain- 
ed her hand and heart. Their mar- 
ried life, as may be supposed, opened 
splendidly and promisingly ; and, suc- 
cessful in business, it might have con- 
tinued one round of human felicity. 
But the tempter and destroyer invaded 
the sanctuary of home ; and the confid- 
ing wife, after enduring — as only woman 
can endure — a series of neglect and in- 
human treatment, fell a sacrifice to the 
diabolical and infuriated passions of 
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He was tried for the offence, was con- 
demned to be executed, and expiated 
on the scaffold the crime of which, in a 
paroxysm of despair and madness, he 
was guilty ; the details of which we 
shall give in the unhappy convict's own 
words, dictated as they are by contrition 
and remorse, merely premising that 
Clark, to whom allusion is therein 
made, was one of his former associates 
in dissipation, who had become desti- 
tute, and to whom he had given em- 
ployment as a salesman. 

" One fine evening, about the begin- 
ning of August, Clark said to me, ' Wil- 
son, you will do me a great favor if you 
will walk with me to see an old ac- 
quaintance about a mile out of town ; 
his name is Cowden, and he keeps the 
Swan Hotel, but he is none the worse 
for that. I am sure you will be pleased 
with him.' I readily accepted the invi- 
tation, for it was seldom Clark asked a 
favor of me. 

" I told Helen my intention ; she 
smiled and said, * Beware of bad com- 
pany.' About seven o'clock we reached 
the Swan, and I was introduced to Mr. 
Cowden, and I found him to be a per- 
fect gentleman in his manners. He was 
acquainted with my wife's family. He 
conversed fluently, and time passed 
away very pleasantly. He insisted on 
our taking supper with him ; and we 
sat down and partook of a sumptuous 
repast. On one or two occasions during 
the evening I saw Clark and Cowden 
engaged in secret conversation. This I 
did not like much. 

" About nine o'clock a slave brought 
into our presence a waiter well stored 
with the choicest liquors. ' Now, gentle- 
men, help yourselves,' said Cowden. We 
thanked him for his hospitality, and 
Clark told him we were temperance 
men, and could not think of tasting 
drink ; he begged our pardon, and 
said in the most courteous manner he 
would order some temperance drink, 
and accordingly several bottles of min- 
eral water were uncorked. Clark took 
a glass and handed me one ; we soon 
emptied them. My nerve of taste was 
in an instant thrilled with a sensation 
of exquisite pleasure. I had often tast- 
ed mineral water, but it never before had 
the same effect on my nerves. I readily 
accepted an invitation to take a second 
glass, and in a few moments I was com- 
pletely unnerved, and I said (O God ! 
that I had never seen that day), ' I think a 



I little good wine would do us no harm,' 
■ and in one hour's time I was again a 
I confirmed drunkard. It was late when 
I I arrived at home that night. The door 
J was opened. I staggered in, and in- 
| stantly the dreadful truth flashed across 
i the mind of Helen. She threw upon 
I me one glance of those penetrating eyes, 
I and exclaimed, ' O Henry ! can it be 
I possible ? ' 

Although she was aware of my situa- 



tion, little did she think what trouble, 



I what misery and wretchedness, was in 
! store for her. When my senses returned, 
| I begged Helen's pardon, and tried to 
I explain to her how my situation was 
' brought about, and promised her faith- 
! fully that the like should not again 
1 occur. The next morning Clark de- 
manded his pay and left Charleston. 
I All was mystery to me ; why should 
; Clark leave so suddenly where he was 
I doing so well, and that too without giv- 
i ing an explanation ? And, more myste- 
rious than all, how was it that my old, 
infernal appetite had returned? These 
things were all involved in the deepest 
! mystery for two months, when I ac- 
cidentally learned the following facts : 

" Charles Polk, who I have already in- 
. formed you was my sworn enemy, resolv- 
I ed on my ruin. He had heard of my 
prosperity, and he entered into a con- 
spiracy with devils for my destruction. 
He, together with three of the Midnight 
Revellers of New Orleans, subscribed 
the sum of $800, and gave their bond 
for the amount, which was to be paid to 
Clark on his giving satisfactory evidence 
that he made me intoxicated with strong 
drinks. Clark accordingly came to 
Charleston with that sole object, and he 
has been successful in his hell-born 
! mission. You have already learned 
j how he won my entire confidence, and 
I of my visit to the Swan. Cowden was 
I one of the conspirators, and that glass 
j of mineral water was more than one-half 
\ strong wine. Cowden received fifty 
; dollars as his share, and Clark seven 
j hundred and fifty dollars, for having ac- 
j complished my ruin ; and thus was the 
i base treachery of those human fiends 
rewarded. 

" From what I have been able to learn, 
six out of the twelve Midnight Revellers 
of New Orleans have died of the de- 
lirium tremens, and two have been con- 
victed of murder. But it is painful for 
me to dwell on these melancholy topics. 
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sufferings of my poor heart-broken 
Helen. The very thought is dreadful 
beyond conception. Know, then, that 
Helen Preston never was the same 
sprightly girl after that visit to the Swan ; 
her uncontaminated heart that night 
received a wound from which it never 
recovered. I became the regular custo- 
mer of the tavern, my good standing in 
society was falling fast, and in a short 
time I was despised by all who knew 
me. I was now frequently carried out 
of the gutter. All this was borne with the 
most Christian fortitude by Helen ; she 
never uttered one word of complaint, 
but kept her spirits remarkably well. 
On the ioth of October Helen became 
the mother of a lovely babe, and on the 
same day C. Hamilton and myself dis- 
solved partnership. I was now worth 
eighteen thousand dollars, but those evil 
propensities which were engendered in' 
my system at New Orleans, and which 
had been curbed by a return to virtuous 
life, again broke forth with all the fury 
of a raging fire, and in less than three 
months I gambled and squandered away 
over nine thousand dollars. About the 
first of December we left Charleston and 
removed to New York. We took up our 
residence in an obscure part of the city 
and I entered into my drinking de- 
bauches freely and without restraint. 
Notwithstanding my degradation, I al- 
ways extended to Helen the kindest 
treatment. 

" We were not in New York one month 
before a change in my conduct towards 
Helen was very perceptible, and this 
change was brought about from the fact 
of my squandering my money — a know- 
ledge that we would soon be reduced to 
beggary. As regularly as night came, 
I would enter my house under the in- 
fluence of wine, and would either be in- 
sensible or arbitrary and ill-natured. 
Mortified at my depravity, my approach- 
ing bankruptcy, and, worse than all, her 
diminished respect and regard for me, 
in whose affection had been stored up 
all her hopes and happiness, were not 
all the evils to which Helen was now 
subjoined. Like too many others, 
drunkenness made me neglectful and 
cruel to my wife, I now became irritable, 
jealous, and fault-finding. One night 
I returned home very late. Helen had 
retired ; irritated at this, I summoned 
her to my presence, and, oh ! can it be 
true that with uplifted hand I felled 
that lovely creature to the floor? My 



feelings are too much agitated, and I 
am certain that the finer feelings of your 
nature will be too much outraged to 
read these startling cruelties, even if I 
record them. Therefore, spare me the 
task, and let me pass quickly on to the 
last sad tragedy. 

" After the sufferings, almost unprece- 
dented in the annals of the world, by 
my wife, such as my base treatment to 
her, her abject proverty, her laboring 
day and night till the blood oozed from 
her hands to support me and our child, 
we arrived at this place in December 
last, and took lodging in a small, house. 
No inducement could be held out to 
Helen strong enough for her to forsake 
me — her faithfulness was unyielding. 

" After an absence from our poor, 
stricken home for about ten days, I re- 
turned on the 2d of January, and found 
Helen in bed. I demanded something 
to eat , she told me there was not a 
mouthful in the house. The language 
I made use of on this announcement 
is too profane for your ears. I com- 
manded her to arise ; she did not reply, 
but smiled and extended in her arms an 
infant child. I left the room a furious 
maniac, procured a butcher's knife, and 
in a short time returned, and with a 
heart as black as hell I plunged that 
knife into her body — one struggle, and 
Helen Preston was with her God in 
heaven. Henry Wilson. 

u Kingston Jail, Canada." 



Mr. Wesley Woodworth. 

" With the talents of an angel a man may be a 
fool." 

A man was brought into the police 
office, who complained that he was fol- 
lowed by a host of persons who sought 
to take his life, and desired to be pro- 
tected. He was recognized by a person 
in the office to be Mr. Wesley Wood- 
worth, the son of Judge Woodworth, of 
Albany. He was taken to the prison, and 
appeared to be willing to remain there 
until his pursuers could be got rid of. 
During the afternoon, at his request, 
food was purchased for him, and he 
partook of it freely. In the evening he 
was locked up in his cell, and, upon 
opening his cell in the morning, it was 
ascertained that he had committed sui- 
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the cell where he lay in the morning, 
when w found that he had destroyed 
his life with a common sharp-pointed 
pen-knife, with which he had cut a ter- 
rible gash in his left arm, severing the 
veins and one or more arteries. 

He lay upon a straw pallet, with one 
foot resting on the floor, and the right 
arm hanging* down. The knife lay on 
th3 opposite side of his cell, from which 
we should judge that after cutting him- 
s jlf he had suddenly flung the knife from 
nim. The bed was covered with clotted 
bio z>d ; and the wall and floor were sprink- 
led over with blood. It is evident that he 
could have lived but a few moments 
after the infliction of the wound. It is 
strange that a man laboring under the 
delirium tremens should be locked up 
in a cell alone without being searched. 

Tne deceased was about thirty-five or 
forty years of age, and in his younger 
days he was reputed to be one of the 
handsomest men in Albany. 

Thus terminated the life of one who 
was by parentage, education, and asso- 
ciation eminently qualified to lead a 
useful and honorable life ; and who, no 
doubt, under more favorable circum- 
stances, would have been distinguished 
among the best and most talented men 
of his day. He was a noble and gener- 
ous-hearted young man, spirited and am- 
bitious, and for a time gave great promise 
of honoring himself and his coun- 
try ; but like too many young men of his 
class who are not fortified against the 
drinking habits of the day, he sacrificed 
his life upon the blood-stained altar of 
intemperance. In accordance with the 
usages of good society, he drank wine 
at parties, at weddings, at balls, and in 
this way he contracted an appetite for 
strong drink, which grew with his 
growth and strengthened with his 
strength, until at length it became om- 
nipotent, overpowering conscience, re- 
putation, pride, ambition, everything, 
and finally he became a maniac, and 
was confined in Dr. White's lunatic 
asylum at Hudson, where he gradually 
recovered his reason and returned to 
his friends. About this time the Wash- 
ingtonian reformation commenced, and 
Woodworth was attracted to its stand- 
ard, signed the pledge, and under the 
patronage of Mr. Delavan, of Albany, 
made a temperance tour, during which 
he delivered temperance lectures, which 
were so much superior to the ordinaty 
Washingtonian experiences that wher- 



ever he went his houses were filled 
with the most respectable and intellec- 
tual citizens Finally, however, his appe- 
tite, sharpened by the temptation every- 
where surrounding him, proved too 
powerful for his resolution, and he re- 
lapsed into his former habits, from which 
he never recovered, and which at last 
led him within the cell of a gloomy 
prison, where he became a self-murder- 
er ! Another victim of the rumsell- 
er's trade — a traffic legalized by the 
voters of cur city, who are largely re- 
sponsible for the wretchedness, poverty, 
and crime induced by the vice of intem- 
perance. Will it always be thus? — 
N. V. Mercantile Advertiser. 



Philip S. White and the Inquisitive 
Yankee. 

When Mr. White was Most Worthy 
Patriarch of the Sons of Temperance, he 
went to the State of Maine, and there 
met a curious Yankee, who was exceed- 
ingly glad to see him. He had longed 
to behold so important a personage as 
! the exalted head of the most beautiful 
! and most prosperous order of the 
j Sons of Temperance. He thought the 
I order not inferior to any which had ever 
| been founded, that of Christianity only 
, excepted. " And now, most Worthy 
\ Patriarch," said he, drawing his excel- 
\ lency aside, " I wish to propound to you 
j a serious question on a subject con- 
! nected with the dignity of our order." 

" Very well," said Mr. White, " what 
I is your question ?" 

" Why," said the consequential gentle- 
man with all solemnity, " I thought if 
I could speak with the most worthy 
head of our order — and I am thankful I 
have this opportunity of doing it — I 
would ask him, ' Is it constitutional and 
according to usage for a brother to bring 
his dog with him into the division- 
room ? ' " 

The Most Worthy, at this profound 
question, was " taken all aback." 



A Young Man's History in Brief. 

I first saw him in a social party ; he 
took but a single glass of wine, and that 
at the urgent solicitation of a young 
lady to whom he had been introduced. 



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I next saw him, when he supposed he 
was unseen, taking a glass to satisfy the 
slight desire by his sordid indulgence, 
and thought there was no danger. 

I next saw him, late in the evening, 
in the street, unable to walk home. I 
assisted him thither, and we parted. 

I next saw him reeling out of a low 
groggery ; a confused stare was on his 
countenance, and words of blasphemy 
were on his tongue, and shame was 
gone. 

I saw him once more. He was cold 
and motionless, and was carried by his 
friends to his last resting-place. In the 
small procession that followed every 
head was cast down. His father's gray 
hairs were going to the grave with sor- 
row ; his mother wept that she had ever 
given birth to such a child. 

I returned home, musing on his future 
state. I opened the Bible and read : 
" Drunkards shall not enter the king- 
dom of heaven." 

This is a sad story. When a boy, our 
poor friend was as happy and bright as 
any of you. More than once, when 
students together, did he sneer at my 
teetotalism ; when I urged him to sign 
the pledge, he laughed at me, and 
scouted at the bare suggestion of dan- 
ger. Poor Fred ! his father had the 
glass on the table, and there the ap- 
petite was formed. Beware of the 
first glass ! 



The Young Lady and the Drunkard. 

A young lady, who had often laid to 
heart the enquiry, " What can I do ? " 
heard a temperance lecturer say that 
young ladies could do much good to 
reform the poor, degraded inebriate ; 
and, in the fulness of Christian love 
and zeal, she hastened to the dwelling 
of a miserable drunkard who lived near. 
He was alone. Plis wife being on a 
visit to her parents, the wretched man 
had embraced the opportunity to get 
thoroughly intoxicated. For three days 
lie had given himself up to the influence 
of strong drink. Now he was suffering 
the effects of his folly. lie sat upon 
the bed, pale and haggard, longing for 
help, but he knew not whence to seek 
it. He then felt that " the way of trans- 
gressors is hard." As she entered, he 
looked up in surprise ; but she said 
kindly, " You are very ill to-day, Mr. 



D ; will you not come over and 

drink a cup of coffee ? " These were 
the first kind words he had heard for 
many a day. How soothingly they fell 
upon his dejected and conscience-smit- 
ten spirit ! He at first murmured some 
objection, and glanced at his soiled and 
tattered garments ; but he promised to 
come. And when he at length made 
his appearance, she was surprised to see 
what efforts he had made to render his 
person respectable. His matted hair 
was combed, his beard cut, and he had 
even attempted to mend his clothes. 

Gathering courage from her success 
thus far, the young lady sat by him at 
the table to help him to the refreshments, 
of which he eagerly partook, and to 
watch a favorable moment to make a 
serious impression upon his mind. At 
length it came. With tears in his blood- 
shot eyes, he thanked her for her kind- 
ness ; but said he, " How came you to 
think of such a miserable wretch as I? 
When you came to me, I was so very 
wretched I had even thought of killing 
myself." " But you will not think of it 
again," said she ; and then with kind- 
ness and fidelity she spoke of the cause 
of his misery and its remedy, earnestly 
entreating him to attend the lecture in 
the evening and sign the pledge. This 
he promised. And then she warned 
him of his danger as a sinner, and beg- 
ged him to flee from " the wrath to 
come." " I thank you," said the poor, 
miserable inebriate, while the fast-flow- 
ing tears attested his sincerity — " I 
thank you for your friendly warning. 
I have often wondered why Christians 
did not talk to me ; and I verily thought 
it was because they considered me a 
lost man that no one in this place ever 
spoke to me of my soul's salvation. 
But I shall remember what you have 
said to me." And he did remember it. 
That night he joined the temperance 
society, and took the pledge, which he 
faithfully kept. In a few weeks he be- 
came a Christian ; and from that time 
till his death he lived a consistent 
Christian life. 



The Yellow Boys. 

Mr. Garner, a reformed drunkard from 
Blackburn, related the following at a 
temperance meeting at Huddersfield, 
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acquaintance, when a short dialogue 
took place. 

Landlord. Why, Garner, you are be- 
ginning to look yellow with teetotal- 
ism." 

Garner (putting his hand into his 
pocket, and pulling out five or six sove- 
reigns). Ay, and my pocket is begin- 
ning to look yellow too. 



A Dying Appeal to Young Men. 

The following appeal to young men 
by the unfortunate Potter is well worthy 
the serious attention of all the young men 
of our country. 

EXECUTION OF POTTER. 

The sentence of the law was executed 
upon Andrew P. Potter, in New Haven, 
for the murder of Lucius P. Osborn, in 
February, 1845. The New Haven Pal- 
ladium says : 

" It being near two o'clock, the sheriff 
approached the cell, and, with the aid of 
another person, he put the white robe or 
gown upon the prisoner, who very calm- 
ly assisted in arranging it, and smoothed 
back his hair, in order to wear the white 
cotton cap. A white belt was secured 
about him, and taking the arm of the 
officer, he walked along the platform, 
shaking hands with two or three prison- 
ers as he passed their cells. 

" He went into the jail office, passed 
into the yard, and ascended the scaffold 
stairs with a firm step ; and when he 
trod upon his gown, he stopped with 
much deliberation to pull it from be- 
neath his foot. Having reached the 
platform, he looked about with a firm 
gaze, when he spoke as follows : 

THE DYING MAN'S SPEECH. 

11 ' Fellow-Men : The trying circum- 
stance for which you are assembled is 
one of the deepest solemnity. You are 
assembled to witness a very solemn 
scene. 

" ' You are all familiar with the circum- 
stances which brought me to this end. 
You all know that the first step in my 
downward career was when I first visited 
that wretched place beside the railroad. 
When I commenced visiting these places, 
it was very hard for me to stop. I could 
not eret away from them. I have felt 
it my duty to warn the young men 
against these places before I left the 
world. There are so many temptations 



to the young in this city that they are in 
very great danger. At every corner 
there is a place to lead the young as- 
tray. 

" ' It is strange that the affliction which 
has been brought upon me has not had 
a tendency to annihilate these places. 
There has been some effort, it is true, to 
stop them. There have been two prosecu- 
tions. One of the persons was sentenced 
to the jail here six months. The other one, 
he was tried ; what did they do with him ? 
They sent him home to continue that 
house ; all they did was to make him pay 
a fine of fifty dollars. Is that all the value 
of a young man ? 'Tis strange (a pause), 
'tis astonishing, that such places should 
be continued. 

" ■ I have but a few minutes more to 
warn the ) r oung. If I had not been in 
that house, I should not be here now, 
but should have been in my father's 
house over yonder mountain. Oh ! 
think of that father — that poor father. 
(Here he showed considerable emotion). 
He is very much distressed by my afflic- 
tion, and when he visited me a few days 
ago he was not in his right mind. He 
pronounced woe upon the city. I fear 
he will go down to his grave in sorrow. 
(A pause, officers fanning him.) 

" ' It is my last request that you will 
annihilate these places. Are there not 
holy men enough in the city to do it? 
Shall these places be kept up within 
sound of the Gospel? The young men 
are exposed to ruin from them. Their 
desires and passions are so strong that 
temptations lead them easily away. (A 
pause.) 

"'Now I appeal once more to the 
young. You all know how I was 
brought up. I had the best of instruc- 
tion from my father — a Christian father 
— but it has all come to this. Now I 
want to say a word about my Saviour. 
My impenitent friends, I would not 
swap situations with you (a pause) — no, 
I would not. 

" 1 1 hope you will one and all make 
your peace with God ere it be too late. 
This putting off your duty will make 
you more and more hardened. And 
now in a few moments I shall meet my 
God. The blood of Jesus Christ is suf- 
ficient for my sins and for all of yours. 
I entreat you one and all to attend to 
this important subject.' 

" Here the prisoner closed and was 
seated, when the Rev. Mr. Cleveland 
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of supplication, after which the prisoner 
was requested to rise. 

" The sheriff then approached the 
scaffold, placed his hand upon the lever 
which supported the platform, and said 
something in a low tone, when the pri- 
soner in a loud voice, and apparently 
looking upward, cried out, ' Dear Sa- 
viour, into thy hands I commit my spirit.' 
The lever was raised, the drop fell, and 
with it the prisoner, who was brought 
up suddenly — and all was over." 



The Young Hotel-Keeper. 

A young man in one of the great 
cities of our land, the son of a wealthy 
merchant, being established in one of 
the first hotels with his bride — an excel- 
lent and confiding girl — was surrounded 
by all that wealth and refinement could 
bestow, with the prospect of a long, 
happy, and prosperous life. His parents 
thought they had placed him in the way 
to affluence and honor. But having ac- 
quired the habit of occasional drinking, 
he soon began to increase his cups. 
His wife discovered a change in his 
temper, want of attention, etc. His 
friends soon became anxious ; his busi- 
ness was neglected, and his patrons be- 
came ashamed of his society, and for- 
sook him ; and although he had a small 
fortune in the beginning, in three years 
it was all gone, and he was scarcely able 
to fit up a common bar-room in a re- 
tired street. Thus he went downward 
till he could no longer find a place in 
which to do business or money to carry it 
forward; and though all rumsellers do 
not sink thus rapidly, yet this is but the 
more fearful type of the destiny of all 
the class. 



The Young Collegian, the Young 
Lady, and the Glass of Wine. 

The Rev. Dr. Asa Mahan, President 
of Oberlin Institute, relates the follow- 
ing : 

" I knew of a young man who went to 
college and studied very successfully. 
Being of a bright and animated disposi- 
tion, lie was often invited to pleasure 
parties, and, although he went to them, 
he never could be prevailed upon to 
take a glass of wine. He was engaged 
to be married to a young lady of the first 



rank, and all seemed to go well and 
promise a future happiness ; but intem- 
perance did its work. While at a party 
the young lady was told of the abste- 
mious nature of her intended partner. 
She was told that nothing in the world 
could induce him to drink a glass of 
wine. * Don't say so,' she said, 4 till I 
have tried him/ She asked him to take 
a glass of wine from her. He firmly 
refused. She threw her charms about 
him. She prevailed. He got intoxicated. 
The abstemious youth became a drunk- 
ard, and ran rapidly in the downward 
course. Her father, though in the habit 
of drinking himself, could not bear to 
see his daughter wed a drunkard, and 
he was ordered from the house. The 
father got into difficulties, and became 
bankrupt. He went into the back 
settlements to recruit his fortune. One 
night about twelve years after, while 
there was noise, and dancing, and music, 
a strange wailing noise was heard outside 
the building. It became louder and 
louder. All was silent. The music 
ceased. The door opened, and the 
figure of a man entered, and threw him- 
self on the floor, crying, * O God ) save 
me from the fiends.' The young lady 
went up to him, and as she approached 
his upturned eyes met hers. It was too 
much for her. She fainted away. He 
whom she had wronged thus lay before 
her a poor maniac, and in two days 
more I had the melancholy duty of at- 
tending his funeral and hearing the 
clods of the valley rumbling upon his 
coffin. She is now, if living, in a lunatic 
asylum. Her father and mother sleep 
in an untimely grave. Oh ! what an 
amount of sin must a person have to 
answer for who thus is the means of 
ruining a precious soul or causing a 
weak brother to perish." 



Yielding to Temptation. 

An intemperate man, with talents most 
brilliant, made a powerful effort to re" 
form. For three months he abstained 
from all but tea and coffee. The hopes 
of his family were much excited, but in 
an evil hour he was induced to take a 
little beer and water. The slight in- 
toxicating quality contained in this 
liquor lighted up the latent fires within 
him. Desire was again renewed, resolu- 
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from beer to wine, from wine to brandy, 
until reason was dethroned, and he be- 
came a madman. 



The Young Man Who Just Dropped 
In. 

" Here, George, take this account to 
Mr. Jones, and request him to let me 
have the money, as I have a heavy note 
to pay." 

Thus spake a very clever dealer in 
dry-goods, of limited means, to his clerk, 
a young man of active business habits, 
one morning. 

The employer was warmly attached 
to his clerk, notwithstanding he had 
been compelled to lecture him several 
times for certain irregularities which are 
often looked over too lightly as " na- 
tural in young men." 

George took the account, and waited 
on Mr. Jones, who promptly paid the 
bill, $460. On his way back George 
had occasion to pass the vicinity of " The 
Wrong House," and, as it was about 
eleven o'clock, he thought he "would 
just step round to see who was there "; 
or rather, he went to get his bitters. 

" Why, halloo, George ! " shouted half 
a dozen voices. " Who'd a thought of 
seeing you?" Nothing would do but 
George must take a seat at the table 
where a number of " nice young men " 
were enjoying themselves, and " drink " 
with them. Each treated in his turn. 
Time rolled on. 

" Glasses all round again," said one. 

" Agreed ! " cried several voices, and 
all round again it was. All the party 
but one became first jolly and then " up- 
roarious." 

The party was composed of several 
fools and one knave. The latter, by 
practising deception, kept sober. It 
miy not be generally known that 
"genteel pickpockets" are often lurking 
around "genteel grog-shops," but so it 
is, and by four o'clock George was 
gently relieved of his four hundred and 
sixty dollars. 

The merchant knew Mr. Jones too 
well to doubt the prompt settlement of 
his account. He went out on business 
after George, and was detained until 
half-past two. When he returned, his 
first enquiry was for George, but no one 
had seen him. A messenger was sent 
to the store of Mr. Jones. " He was 



here about half-past ten o'clock," said 
Mr. Jones, " and I paid him the money." 
The anxiety of the employer was in- 
tense, and his note, which was to have 
been paid by the money George received, 
was protested. Late in the afternoon 
George got into a fight with one of his 
bottle companions. His clothes were 
torn and his person bruised. He at 
length became so noisy and abusive as 
materially to interfere with the " respect- 
able and legal business" of the land- 
lord, and George was peremptorily or- 
dered to quit the premises. At this he 
demurred. The landlord took him 
by the collar, and kicked him into the 
street. The tender mercies of a rum- 
seller are cruel. Poor George ! He had 
got his bitters, and they were bitter 
enough — bitter as gall. 

He wandered into a neighboring grog- 
gery, where, after drinking " another 
round," he slept till late at night, when 
he was again put into the street. The 
watchman took him in possession, and 
he was safely lodged in the station- 
house. 

On the next morning the first thing he 
thought of was his employer's money ! 
Who can describe his feeling when he 
discovered his situation ? He was a 
ruined man ! The story was told his 
employer, and believed, but he was dis- 
charged in disgrace. Poor George ! 



A Young Suicide. 

No one can peruse the following 
affecting article which is copied from the 
Dover (N. H.) Morning Star, without 
lamenting the baneful consequences 
which frequently arise from intempe- 
rance. Disease, insanity, suicide, and 
murder follow in its train : 

" Departed this life, in Hamburg, 
N. Y., John Otle, aged thirteen years. 
The circumstances of his death were as 
follows : A little past mid-day the unfor- 
tunate boy obtained a rope, on the end of 
which was a ring, which he endeavored 
to conceal, and immediately hastened to 
a wood a short distance from his father's 
house. But in spite of all.his efforts, he 
was observed by some of his unsuspect- 
ing little brothers and sisters, who fol- 
lowed him to the fatal spot. He then 
climbed a small tree, and, after waiting 
some time, made a small noose by pass- 
ing the end of the rope through the ring, 



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which he put on his neck. He then 
fastened the rope to the tree, and jump- 
ed off, and in a moment was in eter- 
nity ! His little sister, being under the 
tree, shrieked aloud, saying her brother 
John had fallen. This brought to the spot 
her mother and some of the other chil- 
dren, when a scene of sorrow and la- 
mentation took place which can be 
better imagined than described. 

" This child was led to the perpetra- 
tion of the rash and wicked deed by the 
cruel treatment which he received from 
a drunken father, who was at that time 
almost dead-drunk at a neighboring 
grog-shop. Some hours afterwards, 
with much urging and assistance, he 
was got home ; but being in liquor, his 
presence only augmented the grief of 
his afflicted family. When under the 
influence of ardent spirits, he was often 
known to vent his madness on poor 
John ; and on the morning of that day, 
before leaving home for the grog-shop, 
without any provocation, he threatened 
him with a severe whipping. John 
was a bright and active lad, had the 
name of being virtuous, and was the 
main support of the family. Frequently, 
after having labored hard to obtain the 
means of support for his poor mother 
and her children, his drunken father 
would expend his earnings for rum. 
The deceased was often heard to say 
it would be better for him to die than to 
live, that he had rather die than stay 
here, etc., always assigning as a reason 
the cruel treatment of his father." 



The Two Young Men and the Rev. 
Newman Hall. 

Mr. Hall relates the following: 
" There were two young men in a 
town whom I very well knew, members 
of a debating society, and they frequent- 
ly discussed subjects bordering on infi- 
delity ; in fact, it was thought to be a kind 
of infidel club. These two young men 
were thoughtful and intelligent, and 
took a prominent part in the discus- 
sions. One of them was a teetotaler, 
and the other was not. The teetotaler 
was a member of a Quaker family, and 
he used to ask his companion to be an 
abstainer, but he declined. By-and-by 
the non-abstainer, who never indulged . 
to excess, and was never intoxicated in 



his life, went to London, and became 
connected with a large wholesale house. 
He began to frequent places of question- 
able resort — places where there is sing- 
ing, dancing, and amusements not al- 
ways of the best character, associated with 
drink. This young man went to these 
places, and was in great danger of being 
hurled into ruin. About that time a 
friend came up from the country on the 
occasion of a great temperance conven- 
tion, and met him in the street, and said, 
'Come to this great temperance conven- 
tion; here is a half-crown ticket for a re- 
served seat.' He accepted the ticket, 
and said to himself, * I will go, and 
amuse myself by drawing caricatures of 
the speakers.' He went, and listened 
to various physiological arguments that 
a man would be better and stronger for 
drinking cold water. He wanted to 
win a swimming prize, and remarked, 
4 If these arguments are correct, I will 
have a good chance.' So he tried it for 
a couple of months. The time came lor 
the contest, and he won the prize easily. 
He was so pleased at the success of the 
experiment that he determined to sign 
the pledge. His parents were very 
anxious he should become an abstainer, 
and had made special prayer for him 
for some time that he might beccme 
temperate. 

" Pie went to the secretary's room, 
whose windows he had broken some 
time before when in a frolic, and told him 
he wanted to sign the pledge. The secre- 
tary thought he did not mean it ; but he 
signed his name, and went home His 
parents were astonished and overjoyed 
when he told them he had signed the 
pledge. He returned to London, and 
his old companions laughed at him for 
becoming a teetotaler. 

" On a Sunday he took down the Bible 
his mother had given him, which he had 
not opened for some time, and thought 
he would go to a place of worship, where 
he had not been for a long time. He 
went, and the Gospel entered his heart, 
and he became converted and united 
with the church. He then became zeal- 
ous in the Sabbath-school and founded 
a Band of Hope in it. He became a 
successful business man, then entered 
the ministry, and is now a most useful, 
energetic preacher of the Gospel, blend- 
ing teetotalism with religion. You 
will not be surprised at any love I have 
for the cause oi temperance, when I tell 
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that half-crown ticket, and that he to 
whom I gave it was my own brother. 

" What happened to the other young 
man ? He was a teetotaler, and went to 
London. He became intemperate in 
order that he might go to places of sinful 
amusement and indulgence. He went 
from bad to worse, became diseased in 
body and soul through his career of dis- 
sipation, and went home to die. In utter 
despair he sent for his former compan- 
ion, my brother, to come and see him. 
There they were together : the one, by 
giving up teetotalism, was dying a 
premature death ; and the other who, 
by embracing teetotalism, had become a 
true Christian. He watched him day 
and night, and poured into his ears the 
glorious Gospel news of forgiveness for 
the worst of sinners, and there was hope 
in his case." 



A Young Girl's Dying Appeal to her 
Drunken Father. 

Stay, father, stay ; the night is wild ; 
Oh ! leave not now }'Our dying child. 
I feel the icy hand of death, 
And shorter, shorter, grows my breath. 
O father ! leave me not. 

Stay, father, stay ; mother's gone, 
And thou and I are all alone ; 
And from her starlit home on high 
She'll weep that I alone should die. 
O father ! leave me not. 

Stay, father, stay. Oh ! leave, this night, 
The madd'ning bowl, whose withering 

blight 
Has cast so dark a shade around 
The home where joy alone was found. 
O father ! leave me not. 

Stay, father, stay : once more I ask ; 
Oh ! count it not a heavy task 
To stay with me till life shall end, 
My last, my only earthly friend. 

O father ! leave me not. 

The above lines were suggested by 
the following incident, which occurred 
a few years since : 

In the small town of there 

lived a family who had been at one 
time wealthy. It consisted of father, 
mother, and an only daughter ; but, 
alas ! a demon had entered that once 
happy home. The husband was a 



drunkard ; soon his wife, borne down 
by affliction and sorrow, died. One 
would think that this would have 
been enough to remind him of the 
cause, and bring him to reflect on his 
past life ; but no, he became worse and 
worse. His daughter, who was some 
ten or twelve years of age, and had 
been a regular attendant at Sunday- 
school, and had, like Mary, " chosen 
that better part which would not be 
taken from her," remonstrated with 
him in vain in regard to his pernicious 
habit ; he only answered her with 
curses. 

At length she was taken sick ; and 
on the night that her " spirit took its 
flight " she made her last appeal. She 
told him that she was dying ; she im- 
plored him to stay ; but no, " he had 
promised to meet some companions, and 
could not disappoint them." 

Upon his return he found two or 
three of his neighbors present, and, glar- 
ing wildly around, asked what was the 
matter. They pointed silently to the bed ; 
he staggered to it, and ruthlessly drag- 
ged down the sheet, and beheld the 
corpse of his child. He gazed a mo- 
ment, and, twisting the sheet in his 
hands, with an oath dashed it into his 
dead child's face. 



Salvation, what is Needed, 

Don't depend too much upon the 
pledge. The great mass of drinking 
men have pledged themselves over and 
over. A poor inebriate's promise is 
straw, not iron ; it is a ieed shaken in 
the wind Salvation is what the drunk- 
ard wants. He wants Christ, not his 
own weak resolutions. Good resolu- 
tions ! The road to hell is paved with 
them. Show the drunkard that he is a 
poor, weak sinner, lost and helpless : 
he knows it already. Then show him 
the One who stooped from heaven's 
throne to earth's manger to seek and 
save just such lost ones as he. 

By all means, let him sign the pledge; 
this was the first step of the prodigal, 
who said, " I will arise and go to my 
father." But one step would have left 
him to starve among the swine. Follow 
up the poor prodigal, O gentlewoman ! 
till he meets that Father who. when he 
was yet a great way off, saw him, and 
had compassion ; follow till you see 
him "fall on his neck and kiss him." 



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DECLARATIONS AGAINST ALCOHOL. 



The Voice of the Leading Medical 
Men. 

The National Temperance Society in- 
augurated a measure to secure the voice 
of the medical fraternity against alcohol, 
and the result was the following de- 
claration, signed by over two hundred 
physicians in New York and vicinity, 
and which has been extensively signed 
all over the country. 

i. In view of the alarming prevalence 
and ill effects of intemperance, with 
which none is so familiar as members 
of the medical profession, and which 
have called forth from eminent English 
plrysicians the voice of warning to the 
people of Great Britain concerning the 
use of alcoholic beverages, we, the un- 
dersigned, members of the medical pro- 
fession of New York and vicinity, unite 
in the declaration that we believe al- 
cohol should be classed with other 
powerful drugs ; that, when prescribed 
medicinally, it should be with con- 
scientious caution and a sense of grave 
responsibility. 

2. We are of opinion that the use of 
alcoholic liquor as a beverage is pro- 
ductive of a large amount of plrysical 
disease; that it entails diseased ap- 
petites upon offspring ; and that it is 
the cause of a large percentage of the 
crime and pauperism of our cities and 
country. 

3. We would welcome any judicious 
and effective legislation — State and na- 
tional—which should seek to confine the 
traffic in alcohol to the legitimate pur- 
poses of medical and other sciences, art, 
and mechanism. 

Edward Delafield, M.D., President 
College of Physicians and Surgeons, 
and of Roosevelt Hospital. 

Willard Parker, M.D., Ex-President 
Academy of Medicine. 

A. Clark, M.D., Professor College of 
Physicians and Surgeons, and Senior 
Pliv^ician Bellcvue Hospital. 

James Anderson, M D., No. 30 Univer- 
sity Place, Ex-President Academy 



of Medicine, and President Physi- 
cians' Mutual Aid Association. 

E. R. Peaslee, M.D., Ex-President 
Academy of Medicine (N. Y.) 

Erasmus D. Hudson, M.D., Physician 
and Surgeon. 

Elisha Harris, M.D., Secretary Ame- 
rican Public Health Association, late 
Sanitary Superintendent Metropolitan 
Board of Health, and Corresponding 
Secretary Prison Association of New 
York. 

C. R. Agnew, M.D., Ex-President Me- 
dical Society of the State of New 
York. 

Stephen Smith, M.D., Surgeon Bellevue 
Hospital, Commissioner of Health, 
and President American Health As- 
sociation. 

Alfred C. Post, M.D., LL.D., Professor 
of Surgery in University Medical Col- 
lege, and Ex-President New York 
Academy of Medicine. 

E. D. Hudson, Jr., M.D., Professor of 
Theory and Practice of Medicine, Wo- 
man's Medical College of New York 
Infirmary, and ethers. 



The Voice of Leading Clergymen. 

The following testimony against alco- 
hol, initiated by the National Tempe- 
rance Society, was issued in March, 
1874, and has been signed by upwards 
of two hundred clergymen in New 
York and vicinity : 

We, the undersigned clergymen of 
New York and vicinity, belie\e intem- 
perance to be a prolific source of 
disease, poverty, vice, and crime ; that 
moderate drinking is the primary cause 
of drunkenness ; that it is good neither 
to drink wine nor anything whereby 
many stumble and are made weak ; that 
"we, then, tbat are strong ought to bear 
the infirmit'es of the weak, and not to 
please ourselves" (Rom. xv. 1) ; tfere- 
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alcoholic liquors of any kind as beve- 
rage ; and we would welcome any ade- 
cjuate legislation — State and national — 
for the suppression of the traffic in alco- 
holic liquors for drinking purposes : 
Edmund S, Janes, Bishop Methodist 

Episcopal Church. 
John Hall, Minister Fifth Avenue Pres- 
byterian Church, 
William M. Taylor, Broadway Taber- 
nacle Congregational Church. 
Theodore L. Cuyler, Lafayette Avenue 

Presbyterian Church, Brooklyn. 
A. G. Lawson,. Greenwood Baptist 

Church, Brooklyn. 
A. S. Patton, Editor Baptist Weekly. 
Wm. T. Sabine, Church of the Atone- 
ment, Madison Avenue. 



Henry Ward Beecher, Plymouth Church, 
Brooklyn. 

T. De Witt Talmage, Brooklyn Taber- 
nacle. 

Cyrus D. Foss, St. Paul's Methodist 
Episcopal Church. 

W. W. Newell, Eighty-fourth Street 
Presbyterian Church. 

H. D. Ganse, Madison Avenue Reform- 
ed Church. 

Daniel Curry, Editor Christian Advocate. 

W. H. Boole, Seventeenth Street Meth- 
odist Episcopal Church. 

Justin D. Fulton, Hanson Place Baptist 
Church, Brooklyn. 

Cyrus Dickson, Corresponding Secre- 
tary Presbyterian Board of Home 
Missions, and others. 



HISTORICAL AND STATISTICAL MEMORANDA. 



Commission 

The National Temperance Society 
commenced a movement in 1873 in 
Congress for a National Commission 
of Enquiry concerning the alcoholic 
liquor-traffic. It circulated petitions 
largely over the country, which were 
endorsed by National and State organi- 
zations, churches, and local organiza- 
tions all over the United States, repre- 
senting nearly five million people. A 
bill was prepared authorizing the Presi- 
dent, by and with the consent of the 
Senate, to appoint a commission of five 
persons to investigate the alcoholic and 
fermented liquor-traffic and manufac- 
ture, having special reference to revenue 
and taxation, the practical results of 
license and restrictive legislation, etc. 
The bill passed the Senate by a vote of 
twenty-six to twenty-one. 

In the House of Representatives the 
bill was referred to the Committee on 
the Judiciary, reported favorably, and 
sustained by an able, Very important 
report, recognizing the full jurisdic- 
tion of Congress over the liquor-traffic 
in the sphere of national authority, 
and the proposed enquiry as one in- 
volving to a large degree the national 
welfare. The bill was placed upon the 
c ilendar of the House ; but with the po- 
litic \\ disagreement and the consequent 
delay of public business in the last scs- 



of Enquiry. 

sion of the Forty-third Congress, it was 
not reached, though a large majority — 
not the requisite two-thirds— voted to 
suspend the rules and put it upon its 
passage. 

The following is the official petition 
of the. National Temperance Society 
asking lor the Commission : 

PETITION. 

To the United States Senate and House of 
Representatives : 

The undersigned, citizens of the 
United States, respectfully ask you to 
provide for the appointment of a Com- 
mission of Enquiry, of five or more com- 
petent persons, whose duty it shall be, 
first, to enquire and take testimony as 
to the results of the traffic in alcoholic 
liquors, in connection with crime,, pau- 
perism, the public health, the moral, 
social, and intellectual well-being of the 
people ; second, concerning prohibitory 
legislation in Maine, Massachusetts, 
and other States of the Union ; and, 
third, to recommend what additional 
legislation, if any, would be beneficial 
on the part of Congress to suppress, in 
the sphere of national authority, the 
traffic in alcoholic liquors as beverages, 
William E. Dodge, President* 

J. N. Stearns, 

Cjrre ponding Secretary. 



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The bill as amended and passed by 
the Senate is as follows : 

A EILL TO PROVIDE FOR THE APPOINT- 
MENT OF A COMMISSION ON THE SUB- 
JECT OF THE ALCOHOLIC AND FER- 
MENTED LIQUOR TRAFFIC. 

14 Be it enacted, etc., That there shall 
be appointed by the President, by and 
with the advice and consent of the Sen 
ate, a commission of five persons, nei- 
ther of whom shall be the holder of any 
office of profit or trust in the General or 
a State Government. The said com- 
missioners shall b3 selected solely with 
reference to personal fitness and capaci- 
ty for an honest, impartial, and thorough 
investigation, and shall hold office until 
their duties shall be accomplished, but 
not to exceed one year. It shall be 
their duty to investigate the alcoholic 
and fermented liquor-traffic and manu- 
facture, having special reference to reve- 
nue and taxation, distinguishing as far 
as possible, in the conclusions they ar- 
rive at, between the effects produced 
by the use of distilled or spirituous 
liquors as distinguished from the use 
of fermented or malt liquors, in their 
economic, -criminal, moral, and scien- 
tific aspects, in connection with pauper- 
ism, crime, social vice, the public health, 
and general welfare of the people; and 
also enquire and take testimony as to 
the practical results of license and re- 
strictive legislation for the prevention 
of intemperance in the several States, 
and the effect produced by such legisla- 
tion upon the consumption of distilled 
or spirituous liquors and fermented or 
malt liquors, and also to ascertain 
whether the evil of drunkenness has 



been increased or decreased thereby, 
whether the use of opium as a stimu- 
lant and substitute for alcoholic drinks 
has become more general in conse- 
quence of such legislation, and whether 
public morals have been improved there- 
by. It shall also be the duty of said 
commissioners to gather information 
and take testimony as to whether the 
evil of drunkenness exists to the same 
extent, or more so, in other civilized 
countries, and whether those foreign na- 
tions that are considered the most tem- 
perate in the use of stimulants are so 
through prohibitory laws; and also to 
what degree prohibitory legislation has 
affected the consumption and manufac- 
ture of malt and spirituous liquors in 
this country. 

Sec. 2. That the said commissioners, 
all of whom shall not be advocates of pro- 
hibitory legislation or total abstinence 
in relation to alcoholic or fermented 
liquors, shall serve without salary ; shall 
be authorized to employ a secretary at 
a reasonable compensation, not to ex- 
ceed $2,000 per year, which, with the 
necessary expenses incidental to said 
investigation (not exceeding $io,coo) of 
both the secretary and commissioners, 
shall be paid out of any money in the 
Treasury not otherwise appropriated, 
upon vouchers to be approved by the 
Secretary of the Treasury ; and for this 
purpose the sum of $10,000 is hereby 
appropriated. It shall be the further 
duty of said commissioners to report 
the result of their investigation and the 
expenses attending the same to the 
President, to be by him transmitted to 
Congress. 



The Woman's Temperance Crusade. 



The most remarkable and successful 
feature of the year 1874 was the " woman's 
crusade" against intemperance and the 
liquor-traffic. It was a new national 
awakening to the greatest curse of 
modern civilization, and an uprising of 
the greatest sufferers for deliverance 
and self-protection. The movement 
commenced in Southern Ohio, partaking 
largely of the nature of a religious 
revival, and swept over a majority j 
of the States of the Union. Woman | 
became an instrument in God's hands 



of winning a multitude of victories. 
Out of weakness God perfected strength. 
It is estimated that upwards of 2,000 
places where liquor was sold have 
been closed, and that hundreds of thou- 
sands have signed the total-abstinence 
pledge. The keynote of the whole 
campaign was prayer, persuasion, and 
personal effort. The women went to 
God, then to the grog-seller. The 
grog-seller feared both the women and 
the God whom they serve, and in a 
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changed their whole course of life and 
have dedicated themselves to God's 
service. The usual method of operation 
was to hold a large public meeting of 
all denominations, followed by daily- 
union meetings for prayer, singing, and 
consultation, and, when the way opened, 
to go forth, two by two, visiting saloons, 
pleading with the liquor-sellers, pro- 
perty-holders, druggists, grocers, physi- 
cians, and citizens for the entire sup- 
pression of the sale and use of intoxicat- 
ing beverages, or the renting of property 
therefor, or in any way countenancing 
the same. The motto everywhere was 
total abstinence and the entire and uni- 
versal closing of the saloons. 

While all this is apparently a new 
movement, yet the way had been pre- 
pared for it in the faithful and persistent j 
labors of the past. Pulpits, Sabbath- 
schools, and multitudes of temperance I 
societies have been for many years do- i 
ing what they could to sow the seeds for i 
the future harvest. The publications of 
the National Temperance Society have 1 
been scattered broadcast over the entire 
land like the leaves of the forest. The 
country was ripe for the forward move- 1 
ment, needing only a spark to start the 
flames across the land. 

Dr. J. G. Holland, in Scribner s Month 
fy, had an excellent article upon this 
movement, from which we quote as fol- 
lows : 

" For weary, despairing years they 
have waited to see the reform that 
should protect them from further harm. 
T ley have listened to lectures; they 
have signed pledges ; they have encour 
aged temperance societies ; they have 
asked for and secured legislation ; and 
all to no practical good end. The poli- 
ticians have played them false ; the 
officers of the law are unfaithful ; the 
government revenue thrives on the 
thriftiness of their curse ; multitudes of 
the clergy are not only apathetic in their 
pulpits, but self-indulgent in their social 
habits ; newspapers do not help, but 
rather hinder them ; the liquor interest, 
armed with the money that should have 
bought them prosperity, organizes 
against them ; fashion opposes them ; 
a million fierce appetites are arrayed 
against them ; and, losing all faith in 
men, what can they do ? There is but 
one thing for them to do. There is but 
one direction in which they can look, 
anJ that is upward ! The women's 
temoerance movement, bepfun and car- 



ried on by prayer, is as natural in its 
birth and growth as the oak that springs 
from the acorn. If God and the God- 
like element in woman cannot help, 
there is no help. If the pulpit, the 
press, the politicians, the reformers, the 
law, cannot bring reform, who is left to 
i do it but God and the women ? We 
j bow to this movement with reverence. 
I We do not stop to question methods ; 
I we do not pause to query about perma- 
\ nent results. We simply say to the 
I glorious women engaged in this marvel- 
j lous crusade : ' May God help and ^ 
i prosper you, and give you fhe desire of 
your hearts in the fruit of your labors ! ' " 
The movement has never ceased, but 
j has taken permanent form, and now has 
j thirteen States fully organized and 
I actively at work in various branches of 
j the cause. 

A Woman's National Christian Tem- 
perance Convention was held in Cleve- 
land in November, 1874, and In a three 
days' session completed the organization 
with an admirable constitution and 
practical plan of work. The movement 
is stronger at the present time than 
ever before. 

In this work we have noticed many 
phases of temperance ; this is the last, 
and it deserves to stand out as con- 
spicuous as the sun in the heavens. It 
i forms an epoch in the temperance re- 
| form — a new era in its history. Not 
! since the days of Pentecost have such 
j scenes been witnessed — scenes that have 
j not only made earth rejoice, but glad- 
j dened the eyes of angels, and thrilled 
j the heart of the world's Redeemer. I 
j wonder not at women's efforts ; for who 
I have suffered more than women from 
j intemperance? Think of the sufferings 
! of wives and of daughters, of the tears 
! of anguish, of the broken hearts and 
broken hopes, and broken constitutions 
— the grave the only refuge. My peculiar 
J calling has led me to witness their suf- 
ferings. Mind can't conceive, pen can't 
describe, language can't express, the 
anguish they endure. If the tears they 
have shed over drunken husbands and 
sons could be gathered, it would make 
one vast river ; if their sighs could be 
blended, it would make one great an- 
them of sorrow ; if all their groans could 
be united into one, it would be louder 
than ten thousand thunders. 

I attended the funeral of a woman in 
Delaware County, N.Y., who had been 
cursed with a drunken husband, and 



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who had suffered more than the martyrs, 
and who exclaimed with her expiring 
breath, "The rum-bottle has brought me 
to this." Alas ! she was not the only 
one ; thousands of suffering, dying 
wives could say, u The rum-bottle has 
brought me to this." 

I buried in Massachusetts a widow's 
only son, who died with delirium tre- 
mens. The tears she shed were not 
common tears, the sighs she heaved 
were not common sighs, but came from 
the inner temple of grief. 

In New Jersey I stood by the coffin 
of a man who had committed suicide by 
hanging. There was a dark streak 
round his neck, showing us where the 
rope had been. There sat his widow in 
the habiliments of mourning, that ex- 
pressed faintly the deeper grief within. 
There sat five fatherless children, who 
had been cursed by a drunken father. 
And how pitiful and sorrowful the dear 
little ones did look, and they could 
have mournfully exclaimed, " Our father 
was a drunkard, but we are not to 
blame." No, the children of a drunkard 
are not to blame ; but, oh ! how intense- 
ly they suffer ! 

Another case in New Jersey, a man 
highly respected, not considered an in- 
temperate man ; but he drank moderate- 
ly, and suddenly died with delirium tre- 
mens. He imagined that all the snakes 
in the universe were darting at him their 
tongues, and that their snakish eyes were 
looking at him, and that all the ghosts 
and hobgoblins and devils from pande- 
monium were prowling around his 
couch ; it seemed as if the angel of de- 
struction had special charge of him, 
and as if all death's barbed arrows were 
piercing his suffering heart. He suf- 
fered more than a thousand deaths. 
Among other things he pulled out his 
tongue, piece after piece, and threw it 
at those who were in the room, till he 
literally tore it all out by the roots, and 
was tongueless. His sister-in-law, who 
was present, described the awful scene 
to me, and said she never beheld any- 
thing like it, it was so terrible. " And," 
said she, '• Mr. Wakele)', I never felt such 
relief in my life as when he ceased to 
breathe, when the horrible scene was 
over." Who can tell the deep grief, the 
bitter anguish, the intense sorrow of 
that wife, a thousand times worse than 
widowed? I attended his funeral with 
the Baptist and Presbyterian preachers. 
The widow in her anguish, and the 



three little fatherless ones in their 
misery, greatly affected my heart. Such 
scenes are transpiring all over our 
land. The air is full of the dying 
groans of drunkards, and of the sighs 
of widows and orphans. 

In Columbia County, N.Y., I attend- 
ed the funeral of a brilliant lawyer, who 
said "he would have one more spree, 
and then he would quit." He had one 
more — it was his last. The drunkard 
has his last spree. Who can tell the 
anguish of his widowed mother, whose 
husband also had died with delirium 
tremens a few years before. 

These are not imaginary scenes, but 
terrible realities that have come under 
my own observation. 

I remember a beautiful, brilliant 
young man in Orange Count)', who 
married a young lady of uncommon 
beauty. He was a moderate drinker at 
first, but it ended in delirium tremens. 
It took twelve men to hold him, so ter- 
rible were his sufferings; so his sister-in- 
law told me, as she described the awful 
scene. Who can tell the anguish of that 
young wife? How her beauty faded ! 
How the roses withered on her cheeks ! 

I might fill pages in describing such 
terrible scenes. 

I knew a mother who had a son as 
beautiful as Absalom, with his glossy 
locks and rosy cheeks. He died with 
delirium tremens in Brooklyn. It 
crushed his father's heart, who soon 
slept beside him. And I shall never 
forget the mother in her sadness and 
gloom ; it embittered the rest of her 
days, till death came to her relief. 

I knew a young woman in Connecti- 
cut who married a brilliant young man, 
the pride of the village where they lived. 
The wedding was a splendid occasion, 
and many envied the bride. He drank 
too much ; they separated. I saw him in 
Massachusetts with a travelling circus, a 
poor wreck of humanity, with his red eyes 
and his pimpled face — nature holding 
out her signals of distress. Lower and 
lower he w r ent down the ladder of in- 
famy, till at last he died in a poor-house 
in Fairfield County, Connecticut. 

Another lady I knew in Brooklyn, 
who married a noble young man. He 
became dissipated ; he died in a poor- 
house in Baltimore. Who can tell the 
anguish of his wife? 

Who can describle what the wife suf- 
fers when she discovers for the first time 
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children have a drunken father? Who 
can describe her sufferings when he 
strikes the first cruel blow, and that by 
the very hand pledged to protect her? 
Often what days of grief and nights of 
anguish she spends, till her grief-rent 
heart ceases to beat ! 

Woman has been the greatest suf- 
ferer from this cruel, widow -making, 
orphan-making, pauper-making, misery- 
making traffic. Is it any wonder she 
now rises in her majesty, and says to 
this river of fire that has rolled its 
desolating streams all over our land, 
" Hitherto thou shalt come, and no 
further ; and here shall thy proud waves 
be stayed." 

Think of the power of woman ! Think 
of the influence of woman ! Think of 
the women in the early ages of Chris- 
tianity — of the Marys, the Marthas, the 
Dorcases, the Phcebes, the Lydias, the 
Priscillas, and others. Woman never 
denied nor betrayed the Saviour ! 

M Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, 
Not she denied him with unholy tongue. 
She, when apostles shrank, could dangers brave ; 
Last at the cross, and earliest at the grave," 

Again, Paul says, 4 ' Help those women 
who labor with me in the Gospel, whose 
names are in the book of life." Very 
early the help of women was recognized. 
As early as 1834, before the Congres- 
sional Temperance Society, that pure 
patriot and noble man, Theodore Fre- 
linghuysen, then a senator from New 
Jersey, offered and discussed this re- 
solution : 

" Resolved y That the influence of wo- 
man is essential to the triumph of every 
great and good cause ; and should that 
influence which God hath graciously 
given her be universally and persever- 
ingly exerted in favor of the temperance 
reformation, its triumphs must be cer- 
tain and complete, and its blessings, 
while richly enjoyed by herself and 
those whom she loves, would be ex- 
tended to all people and perpetuated 
to all ages." 

Noble sentiments, offered by a noble 
man ! It, however, calculated on her 
quiet influence. In 1853, at the World's 
Convention, held in New York, there 
was great agitation because women 
were not recognized ; therefore it was, 
by way of ridicule, called "half the 
world's convention/' 

But the world has mightily advanced 
since that time. Never did woman 
occupy the position she does to-day. 



Never did she wield such a widespread 
influence. It is now acknowledged that 
the hand that rocks the cradle rocks 
the world. 

The special woman's work that as- 
tonished heaven, earth, and hell, angels, 
men, and devils, began in Ohio the last 
week of 1873. 

The work was begun and is carried 
on by religious women, who have em- 
ployed prayers and tears and love. 
Their struggles and their triumphs have 
gone on telegraph wires, and appeared 
in the columns of our newspapers. The 
closing of hundreds of saloons, the 
abandoning by many rumsellers of their 
unholy traffic — these are some of the 
results of the woman's crusade. It 
was not confined to Ohio ; it roused the 
women in many States, inspiring the 
feeble with strength and the timid with 
courage. 

This led to the formation of a National 
Temperance Woman's League, and 
then to a Woman's National Tempe- 
rance Convene ^liis was organized 
and held at Clc d, Ohio, Novem- 
ber 18, 1874. Trie convention was 
largely attended, and by some of the 
noblest women in America.* 

They did their work in a business- 
like manner, while the lords of creation 
were outsiders looking on. The gifted 
Mrs. Jennie F. Willing was president, 
and the mild but firm Mrs. Mary E. 
Johnson, of Brooklyn, secretary. These 
honorable women, not a few, adopted a 
constitution, made excellent addresses, 
passed strong resolutions, and elected 
that excellent woman, speaker, author, 
writer, Mrs. Anna Wittenmyer, of 
Philadelphia, president. She said 
" she had faith in God and in women." 
Success to the women in their angel-like 
and heaven-approved work ! 

We are thankful for what the women 
have already accomplished through the 
blessing of heaven ; and trust they will 
not relax their efforts till the last 
wretched abode is made happy, till the 
fires of the last distillery have gone out ; 
till the last liquor-dealer has abandoned 
his wretched business, and the last 
drunkard is reclaimed ; till earth shall 
be as free from the curse as heaven 
is, and the temperance cause finally 
triumph everywhere, and the sun of 
heaven shine on a sober world ! 

* For particulars see *' The Woman's Tempe- 
rnnce Crusade," by Rev. W. C Steele, ITational 
Temperance Society and Publication House. 



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National Prohibition. 



The National Temperance Society is- 
sued petitions in 1874, asking for the 
prohibition of the manufacture, importa- 
tion, and sale of all alcoholic beverages 
in the District of Columbia and the Ter- 
ritories of the United States, under the 
immediate jurisdiction of the National 
Government. These petitions were very 
extensively endorsed by temperance 
organizations throughout the coun- 



try, a large number of churches and 
clergymen, and by citizens generally. 
Bills for the same purpose were in- 
troduced in the United States Senate, 
applicable to the District of Colum- 
bia and the Territories, at the request 
of the Society, by Senator Wright of 
Iowa, read twice by their titles, print- 
ed, and referred to the Committee on 
Finance. 



The Veto of Hon. 

UNCONSTITUTIONALITY OF A PROHI- 
BITORY LAW. 

The prohibition of the liquor-traffic 
has attracted much attention and dis- 
cussion and legislative action for years. 
The Maine prohibitory law, under the 
leadership of Neal Dow, was passed 
in May, 185 1, approved by the gov- 
ernor June 2, and was set in operation 
July 4, 1851. The Metropolitan So- 
ciety of New York City for the Pro- 
tection of Private and Constitutional 
Rights says it was set in operation on 
that day in " triumphant mockery"; that 
it was a " desecration of the anniversary 
of freedom." 

NEW YORK PROHIBITORY LAW. 

After years of struggle this law was 
passed by the legislature March 9, 1854. 
There was great joy throughout the 
State, and the voice of melody and 
thanksgiving were heard all over the 
valleys and hills of the Empire State. 
Congratulatory meetings were held ; 
but in less than a month their joy was 
turned into sadness. March 31, 1854, 
Governor Horatio Seymour vetoed the 
bill. The veto is very lengthy. He said : 
" I cannot sign the bill, for I believe 
its provisions are calculated to in- 
jure the cause of temperance and 
impair the welfare of the State. " Again 
he says: "All experience shows that 
temperance, like other virtues, is not 
produced by law-makers, but by the 
influence of morality, education, and 
religion. I regard intemperance as 
a fruitful source of degradation and 
misery. After long and earnest re- 
flection, I am satisfied reliance can- 
not be placed upon prohibitory laws 
to eradicate these evils. Men may be 
persuaded, they cannot be compelled, to 
ado^ t habits of temperance." This de- 



Horatio Seymour. 

lighted liquor-sellers and drunkards, 
and a general jubilee was held all over 
the land, while the friends ot tempe- 
rance mourned. They were not dis- 
couraged, but nominated for governor, 
and triumphantly elected, Myron H. 
Clark, The issues were fully understood; 
there was a fair fight, and victory perched 
upon the temperance banner. There 
were three candidates in the field. 
Daniel S. Dickinson thus designated 
them : " Green C. Bronson and good 
rum, Horatio Seymour and bad rum, 
Myron H. Clark and no rum at all." 
The people \etced Horatio Seymour, 
rejected 'Bronson, £nd elected Myrcn 
H. Clark. It was a grand triumph, a 
perfect Waterloo deieat. They also 
had a large majority of temperance men 
in the legislature. Another prohibitory 
I law was passed and approved ty 
Governor Clark, April 11, 1855. This 
did not please the "Metropolitan So- 
ciety for the Protection cf Private and 
Constitutional Rights," which was foim- 
ed in New York City, composed of 
liquor-dealers— men who had acquired 
wealth by that business. They sent 
out a pamphlet with this title: lt The 
Unconstitutionality of the Prchibitciy 
Liquor-Law, Confirmed by the Cpin- 
ions of Governor Seymour, James W. 
Gerard, Samuel Beardsiey, Daniel Lcrd, 
D. D. Barnard, George Wood, Green 
C. Bronson, James R. Whiting, 
Robert J. Dillon, A. Cakey Hall, 
Nicholas Hill, Jr., Harrison Gray Otis, 
Rufus Choate, and others, and the de- 
cision of the Supreme Court of the 
Second Judicial District of the State of 
New York, and the Hon. James M ; 
Smith, Jr., Recorder of the City of 
New York." This was in 1855. In the 
introduction it says: "The secret so- 
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219 



efforts. They made bargains and coali- 
tions, and the law was again passed." 
They speak of " organized societies " 
under the titles of "Sons of Temperance," 
" Rschabites," "Templars of Honor." 
Their number prompted the ambition of 
unscrupulous men, who saw in their 
secret order the means of a strong poli- 
tical party, by means of which they 
might advance to place and power. 

iiat the mistakes in their legal handi- 
wjrk can never be better demonstrated 
t.Kin in the contents of this volume. It 
will be shown here how greatly this pro- 
hibitory law contradicts the spirit of the 
common law and the individual rights 
secured by Magna Charta ; how re- 
pugnant it is to the plain provisions of 
the Constitution, and what a violation of 
common decency on the part of those 
who perpetrated this tyrannical act. 

The executive committee who sent out 
the document consisted of the following 
liquor-dealers: P. W. Engs, /Abraham 
Binninger, Charles A. Stetson, S. A. 
Cousins, T. J. Bayaud, M. S. Corwin, 
John P. Treadwell, John W. Whitlock, 
JojI Concklin, John Baker, H. Snyder. 



In their introduction they thus con- 
clude: "While we commend the read- 
ing^f these papers to the importers, 
manufacturers, and venders of liquors, 
wines, and malt beverages, we are de- 
sirous that they should be also in the 
hands of others who are not led away 
by infuriated fanaticism, and especially 
that they may meet the eye of gentlemen 
of the law, in all parts of our interior, 
where the infamous" principles of a 
4 Maine Law find some Neal Dow or 
a Myron H. Clark to-give them impulse. 
It is our ambition to defeat these ene- 
mies of constitutional right everywhere, 
and we hope we are doing something 
towards it by this publication." 

The prohibitory law was pronounced 
" unconstitutional." Thousands of dol- 
lars were paid for legal opinions on the 
subject. 

Twenty years have rolled away since, 
and no prohibitory law in this State. 
There are those who hope on and hope 
ever, whose motto is "Never despair," 
who are confidently struggling for it, 
and who exclaim, " Prohibition now and 
prohibition for ever," 



Small-Beer Calculation. 



Take a very moderate man as a sam- 
ple. Assume that he drinks every day 
one glass of ale at ten cents, and four 
glasses of whiskey at fifteen. That 
amounts to seventy cents a day, which 
makes four dollars and ninety cents a 
week. Multiply by four, and you have 
nineteen dollars and sixty cents a 
month ; which comes, you know, to 
two hundred and thirty-five dollars and 



twenty cents a year. Thus, if the man 
who had carried on at this rate for ten 
years had all his liquor-money back, 
his pocket would be inflated to the tune 
of twenty-three hundred and fifty-two 
dollars. This is only a small-beer cal- 
culation ; but think of the men who 
spend five times this amount in li- 
quors, and remember thai their name is 
legion. 



Rum, Ministers, Tobacco, and Dogs. 

We invite the attention of thoughtful I Fees of Litigation , $35,000,000 

people to the following very significant, j Cost of Tobacco and Cigars 610,000,000 
if not at all creditable, national statistics, Importation of Liquor . . 50,000,000 
presented in a late number of the South- \ Support of Grog-Shops. . . 1,500,000,000 
em Presbyterian Review : j Whole Cost of Liquor. . . . 2,200,000,000 

" The Government statistics for 1871 And these are the facts in this ' eniight- 
may well cause every honorable man ; ened ' nineteenth century and in these 
to hang his head with shame, and may ■ United States ! One might infer from 
well fill every patriot's heart with alarm, them that we are fast becoming, if not 
They are as follows. Let them be pon- \ already, a nation of drunkards. And 
dered by every lover of his country: j then consider this country's estimate of 
Salaries of all ministers of the Gospel ministry, the ministers of 



the Gospel $6,000,000 

Cost of Dogs 70,000,000 

Support of Criminals 12,000,000 



all denominations costing a sum less 
by millions than the very dogs of the 
land !". 



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The following is Brande's table, show- 
ing the proportion of alcohol in dis- 
tilled and fermented liquors. Propor- 
tion of spirit per cent, by measure : 

I. 

2. 

3 

4- 



Very Curious Table for the 

26. 

27. 

28. 

29. 

Brandy 53.39 30, 

Rum 53-68 

Gin 51.60 

Scotch whiskey 54 32 31 

Irish 53.90 

Lissa 26.47 

" 24.35 

Average » . . . 25.41 

Raisin wine 26.40 32. 

25.77 33- 

23.20 34. 

Average 25.12 35. 

8. Marsala 26.03 36. 

25.05 37. 

Average 25.09 38. 

Port 25.83 

" 24.29 

" 23.71 

" 23.39 

22.30 39. 

" 21.40 

" 19 00 

Average 22.96 

10. Madeira „ 24.42 40. 

23-93 4i 
(Sercial) 21.40 42. 

19.24 43 
Average 22.27 

11. Currant wine 20.55 

12. Sherry 19. 81 

" 19.83 

18.79 44 

18.25 45. 
Average 19.17 

13. TenerifFe J 9-79 

14. Colares 19-75 ! 46. 

15. Lachryma Christi 19 70 j 47. 

16. Constantia, white 19 75 j 48. 

17. " red 18.92 j 49. 

18. Lisbon 18.94 

19. Malaga 18.94 

20. Bucellas 18.49 I 5°- 

21. Red Madeira 22.30 I 51. 

18.40 j 52. 

Average 20.35 

22. Cape Muscat 18.25 j 53. 

23. Cape Madeira 22.94 j 54. 

20.50 I 55. 

18 11 

Average 20.51 

24. Grape wine 18. 11 

25. Calcavella 19 20 ! 56. 

18.10 j 57- 

Average 1S.65 



Curious to Examine. 

Vidonia 19.25 

Alba Flora 17.26 

Malaga 17.26 

White Hermitage 1743 

Rousillon 19.00 

17.26 

Average 18.13 

Claret 17. 11 

" 16.32 

" 14.08 

" 12.91 

Average 15.10 

Zante 17.05 

Malmsey Madeira 16.40 

Lunel I5-52 

Sheraaz 15-52 

Syracuse 15.28 

Sauterne 14.22 

Burgundy 16 60 

" 15.22 

" 1453 

" 11.95 

Average 14-57 

Hock 14-37 

" 1^.00 

" (old in cask) 8.88 

Average 12.08 

Nice 1463 

Barsac 1386 

Tent 1330 

Champagne (still) 1330 

" (sparkling) 12.80 

" (red) 12.56 

" " 11.30 

Average 12.61 

Red Hermitage 12.32 

Vin de Grave 13-94 

12.80 

Average 13-37 

Frontignac (Rivesalte) 12.79 

Cote Rotie 12,32 

Gooseberry wine 11.84 

Orange wine — average of six 

samples made by a London 

manufacturer ir.26 

Tokay 988 

rider wine 8.79 

Cider, highest average 9.87 

" lowest " 521 

Perry, average of four samples 7.26 

Mead 7-32 

Ale (Burton) 8.88 

" (Edinburgh) 620 

" (Dorchester, England)... 5^.56 

Average: 6.87 

Brown Stout 6.80 

London Porter (average) 4 20 

" small beer (average). 1.28 



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Unfermented Wine. 



The yoiirnal of Applied Chemistry for 
November, 1874, one of our ablest scien- 
ce monthlies, gives the following in 
elation to unfermented wine, which we 
:ommend to the consideration of those 
nembers of Christian churches still 
iccustomed to the use of alcoholic wine 
it the communion service : 

"In* order to prepare it, the grapes 
hould be allowed to thoroughly ripen. 
They are then picked, and the stems 
md all green and rotten grapes remov- 
ed. The grapes are then crushed and 
>ressed in the usual manner. The juice 
nay be put directly into bottles, or it 
nay be first concentrated somewhat by 
soiling, and then bottled. In either 
case the bottles are put into hot water, 
md brought to the boiling-point, where 
hey are maintained for half an hour. At 



the end of this time remove them from 
the fire, and cork them tightly while still 
hot, wiring in the corks. Then replace 
them, and continue the boiling another 
hour. Glass bottles are better for this 
purpose than tin cans, though the latter 
may be used. An analysis of a speci- 
men prepared in New Jersey gave the 
following result : 

Alcohol none. 

Sugar and extract 23.00 

Ash 40 

Water 76.60 



100.00 



This had probably been concentrated 
somewhat before bottling. The flavor 
was fine. Some acid tartrate of potas- 
sium had crystallized out." 



The Lessened Mortality of Teetotalers. 



In the " United Kingdom Temperance 
and General Provident Institution " of 
London, one of the largest, soundest, 
and wealthiest mutual lite insurance 
organizations in the Old World, the 
mortality and death claims amongst its 
teetotal and moderate-ckrinki.ng lives, 
according to the report of the company's 
actuary, made to the thirty-second annual 
meeting of the memDers, were as fol- 
lows : 

TEETOTAL LIVES. 

Calculated deaths by the Carlisle 

tables 137 

Actual deaths during the year 90 



Difference in favor of temperance. . 47 

Claims according to Carlisle 

tables . . . §130,240 

Actual claims 65,025 



Saved by teetotalism $65,215 



MODERATE DRINKERS LIVES. 

Calculated deaths by Carlisle tables 244 
Actual deaths for the year 282 



In excess of calculated death-rate 38 
In excess of the teetotal death- 
rate 122 

Claims according to Carlisle 

tables $244,415 

Actual claims 252,875 



In excess of calculated 
claims $8,460 

In excess of teetotal rate of 

claims 130,845 

The contrast between the lessened 
death-rate of teetotalers and the exces- 
sive mortality of moderate drinkers, as 
set forth by these mathematical calcula- 
tions and experiences, is something 
which ought to startle moderate 
drinkers. 



Wonderful Estimate Concerning 

There is a sufficient quantity of fer- 
mented and distilled liquor used in the 
United States, in one year, to fill a canal 
four feet deep, fourteen feet wide, and 
one hundred and twenty miles in length. 
The liquor saloons and hotels of New 



Rum-Sellers and Rum-Drinkers, 

York City, if placed in opposite rows, 
would make a street like Broadway, 
eleven miles in length. The places 
where intoxicating drinks are made and 
sold in this country, if placed in rows in 
direct lines, would make a street one 



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hundred miles in length. If the victims 
of the rum-traffic were there also, we 
should see a suicide at every mile, and 
a thousand funerals a day. If the drun- 
kards of America could be placed in 
procession, five abreast, they would 
make an army one hundred miles in 
length. What an army of victims! 
Every hour in the night the heavens 
are lighted with the incendiary torch of 
the drunkard. Every hour in the day 



the earth is stained with the blood shed 
by drunken assassins. See the great 
army of inebriates, more than half a 
million strong, marching on to sure and 
swift destruction — filing off rapidly into 
poorhouses and prisons and up to the 
scaffold, and yet the ranks are constantly 
filled by the moderate drinkers. Who 
can compute the fortunes squandered, 
the hopes crushed, the hearts broken, the 
homes made desolate by drunkenness? 



Spontaneous Combustion of Drunkards. 



When Kittredge published his first 
address, which electrified the nation, 
his introduction of a case of combustion 
was almost universally regretted. It 
was so new, and appeared so incredible, 
that scarce any one was found ready to 
believe or sustain it, while every moder- 
ate and immoderate drinker of alcohol 
from Georgia to Maine, and every manu- 
facturer and vender of intoxicating 
drinks, laid hold of it as effectually to 
counteract and destroy all the influence 
which that most thrilling address was 
calculated to produce. But now these 
cases have multiplied so much, and been 
so well attested, that few are disposed 
to call them in question. Doctor Peter 
Schofield, of Upper Canada, gives the 
following case, a terrible monition to all 
drunkards : 

" It was the case of a young man 
about twenty-five years of age ; he had 
been an habitual drinker for many years. 
I saw him about nine o'clock in the 
evening on which it happened. He was 
then, as usual, not drunk, but full of 
liquor. About eleven the same evening 
I was called to see him. I found him 
literally roasted from the crown of his 
head to the soles of his feet. He was 
found in a blacksmith's shop just across 
the way from where he had been. The 
owner all of a sudden discovered an ex- 
tensive light in his shop, as though the 
whole building was in one general 
flame. He ran with the greatest pre- 
cipitancy, and on flinging open the door 
discovered a man standing erect in the 
midst of a widely-extended, silver- 
colored blaze, bearing, as he described 
it, exactly the appearance of the wick of 
a burning candle in the midst of its own 
flame, lie seized him by the shoul- 
der, and jerked l.im to the door, upon 



which the flame was instantly extin- 
guished. 

" There was no fire in the shop, neith- 
er was there any possibility of fire hav- 
ing been communicated to him from 
any external source. It was purely a 
case of spontaneous ignition. A gene- 
ral sloughing came on, and his flesh was 
consumed, or removed in the dressing, 
leaving the bones and a few of the 
larger blood-vessels standing. The 
blood, nevertheless, rallied around the 
heart, and maintained the vital spark 
until the thirteenth day, when he died, 
not only the most loathsome, ill-featur- 
ed, and dreadful picture that was ever 
presented to human view, but his 
shrieks, his cries, and lamentations 
were enough to rend a heart of adamant. 
He complained of no pain of body ; his 
flesh was gone. He said he was suffer- 
ing the torments of hell ; that he was 
just upon its threshold, and should 
soon enter its dismal caverns ; and in 
this frame of mind gave up the ghost. 
Oh ! the death of a drunkard. W T ell 
may it be said to beggar all description. 
I have seen other drunkards die, but 
never in a manner so awful and affect- 
ing. They usually go off senseless and 
stupid as it regards a future state !" 

In all such cases Professor Silliman 
remarks : 

" The entire body, having become 
saturated with alcohol absorbed into all 
its tissues, becomes highly inflammable, 
as indicated by the vapor which reeks 
from the breath and lungs of a drunk- 
ard ; this vapor, doubtless highly alco- 
holic, may take fire, and then the body 
slowly consume." 

As a valuable document we present 
from Dr. Lindsley's V-rize essay the fob 
lowing table ; 



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ROLL OF HONOR: 

HEROES OF TEMPERANCE. 



All nations have held in honor the 
names and deeds of the illustrious dead. 
This should be the case with prominent 
pioneers and laborers in the temperance 
reformation. The heroes who have fall- 
en covered with scars and loaded with 
honors — they should be embalmed in 
history, and their names written high on 
the pillar of fame. Our volume would 
be incomplete without such a record. 

There were some of the most splen- 
did men in America, as well as those of 
more humble talent, who were pioneers 
in this work. Among them were states- 
men, governors, presidents of colleges, 
men of profound learning, eminent di- 
vines, splendid lawyers, and physicians 
at the head of their profession. These 
were immortal names, not born to die. 
I can notice but a few of them, and I 
have space only to give a mere skeleton, 
the merest outlines. How I wish I had 
space to fill up and complete their por- 
traits ! Some of them I have named in 
the earlier part of the volume. I shall 
do it alphabetically, keeping up the form 
of the cyclopaedia. 

William A. Alcott, M.D. 

He has an extensive reputation as an 
author and writer. He was of Boston, 
author of " The Young Man's Guide," 
and editor of Moral Reformer, Par- 
ley s Magazine, etc., etc. He was a 
man of feeble health, but of indomitable 
will and untiring industry. He rose 
at three o'clock in the morning all the 
year round, and began his work while 
others were sleeping. His health was 
so feeble he formerly considered stimu- 
lus necessary. At twenty-eight he 
abandoned strong drink, and afterwards 
cider. He said, " I have lost nothing by 
my temperance, but have gained im- 
mensely — a species of property, too, 
which worlds of extraordinary stimulus 
would not induce me to part with." 
Early he became a " living epistle" of 
temperance. 



Hon. Stevenson Archer. 

He was chief-justice of the State of 
Maryland. Judge Archer was the presi- 
dent of the State Temperance Society. 
He was always at its meetings. His ad- 
dresses were full of wisdom. He gave 
the cause his countenance and support ; 
and the genius of temperance must 
have wept when he fell at his post, in 
1848. 

Rev. Lebbeus Armstrong 

Was a tall man with a large head, a 
good hater of all he considered wrong, 
author of several works, among others 
one on the temperance reformation. He 
will be remembered as a pioneer in the 
great work, and as one of the founders 
of the first temperance society in 
America, and that as early as 1808. 

Rev. Robert Baird, D.D. 

He was the great European traveller 
with a world renown. He visited most 
of. if not all, the crowned heads of 
Europe, and accomplished a great work 
for temperance. He attended a number 
of national temperance meetings, and 
did immense good in Prussia, Sweden, 
Norway, and other places, and pleaded 
with great success the cause of tempe- 
rance. This he did as early as 1846 
and at subsequent visits. 

Mathias W. Baldwin, 

Of Philadelphia, one of the vice-presi- 
dents of the National Temperance So- 
ciety, was carried to his grave on the 
13th October, 1866, followed by a great 
concourse of his fellow-citizens, and by 
one thousand laborers in his immense 
locomotive-works. 

Mr. Baldwin's loss to the churches 
and benevolent enterprises of Philadel 
phia is almost irreparable. He gave tens 
of thousands to charity every year. He 
was one of the earliest donors to the 



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National Temperance Society ; and at 
the meeting of the Board oi Managers 
the following resolution was unani- 
mously passed, on motion of Rev. T. L. 
Cuyler : 

"Resolved, That we sincerely mourn 
the decease of our honored and beloved 
co-worker, M. W. Baldwin, Esq., of 
Philadelphia. We commend his piety, 
his patriotism, and his untiring philan- 
thropy to all of his countrymen." 

Rev. Lyman Beecher, D.D. 

He was an old temperance hero, who 
dealt out tremendous blows against the 
enemy, and to this day his six sermons 
on intemperance, preached in 1826, have 
never#been surpassed. He was the 
father of temperance heroes and hero- 
ines. Besides his sons, his daughters, 
and especially Mrs. Harriet Beecher 
Stowe, the celebrated authoress, did 
much to advance the cause by her grace- 
ful pen. 

The Rev. Albert Barnes 

Was an early champion of temperance. 
Forty-five years ago he was foremost 
in the ranks. He was an able divine, 
a splendid commentator, but we notice 
him here chiefly as a temperance hero. 
The subject was unpopular when he 
espoused it, and he endured some 
persecution. His tract on " The Traffic 
in Ardent Spirits" was very able, 
abounding in startling facts and thrilling 
appeals, and did much good. His 
powerful sermon on " The Throne of 
Iniquity " was a masterpiece, and by 
request was repeated in England. He 
was born in Rome, N. Y., in 1798, and 
died in 1871 ; but, though dead, he yet 
speaks against the traffic in broken 
hearts, and broken hopes, and broken 
constitutions. 

Hon. Benjamin F. Butler. 

Mr. Butler was a distinguished law- 
yer of New York City, a tall, splendid- 
looking man, with his countenance 
beaming with intelligence. I heard him 
deliver, in Broadway Tabernacle, a 
Fourth of July oration on temperance 
before a great host of Washingtonians 
in 1842. In 1834 he was Attorney- 
General of the United States. He de- 
clared that temperance associations 
deserved to be ranked among the most 
useful and glorious institutions of the 
age. 



Rev. Henry B. Bascom, DD., 
Was a man, as far as talents and elo- 
quence are concerned, head and shoul- 
ders above many of his fellows. He 
thrilled, captivated, and carried away 
vast audiences on the subject of tem- 
perance. 

His report on the subject before the 
General Conference of the Methodist 
Episcopal Church in 1832 was logic on 
fire. It was a tremendous appeal, and 
it stirred the whole church. We wonder 
not that it was published in tract-form, 
and has been circulated all over the 
land like the leaves of autumn. He 
was chaplain to Congress, and afterwards 
Bishop of the Southern Methodist Epis- 
copal Church. 

Hon. George N. Briggs 

Was one of the truest, purest, firmest 
men Massachusetts ever produced. He 
was elevated to honor as Governor of 
the State and member of Congress ; 
everywhere honored and ever true to his 
temperance principles. In him were 
blended the gentleness of the lamb and 
the boldness of the lion. 

William H. Burleigh, Esq. 

His if a name immortal in the tempe- 
rance ranks. As editor, poet, orator, 
he accomplished wonders. I heard him 
in Tripler Hall, New York, deliver to 
thousands one of the most surpassingly 
beautiful, eloquent, pathetic addresses 
I ever heard from the lips of man. 

He was the uncompromising enemy of 
slavery and intemperance. 

He was emplo)^ed for a while by the 
New York State Temperance Society in 
New York as lecturer, editor, and cor- 
responding secretary. A part of the 
time he resided at Albany, and edited 
the Prohibitionist. 

His poetic powers he consecrated to 
temperance. Years ago he wrote his 
"Devil and Grogseller," which was the 
basis of his "Rum Fiend." 

Thurlow Weed Brown 

Died on the 4th of May, 1866, at his 
home in Wisconsin. He was for 
many years editor of the Cayuga 
Chief, at Auburn, N. Y., and late 
editor of the Wisconsin Chief, at Fort 
Atkinson. Tens of thousands will drop 
a tear in memory of this good and true 
man, who has been called to lay his 
armor by in the prime of his manhood. 



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TEMPERANCE CYCLOPAEDIA. 



Mr. Brown was for years one of the 
most earnest, brilliant, eloquent, and 
effective advocates of the temperance re- 
form both with pen and voice. 

His style, both in speaking and writ- 
ing, was peculiar and impressive in the 
highest degree. Some years ago he 
published a volume, entitled "Hearth- 
side Musings," which is full of gems of 
rare beauty, both in thought and expres 
sion. His temperament was eminently 
poetic, and he has written some most 
exquisite verses. 

Rev. Stephen D. Brown, D.D., 
Was a sterling temperance man. He 
pleaded with wonderful power its claims 
both in the pulpit and on the platform. 

He was presiding elder of the New 
York District of the Methodist Epis- 
copal Church, and fell suddenly at his 
post, February 19, 1875, leaving behind 
him a splendid example and a name 
worth more than gold. 

Hon. William A. Buckingham. 

Few men have had the confidence of 
the people more than he. For seven 
terms he was elected Governor of Con- 
necticut, and when he died was United 
States Senator. As a temperance man 
he was in the foremost ranks, and has a 
splendid record. He was first Vice- 
President of the National Temperance 
Society. A bright temperance light 
has been extinguished ; a great and good 
man has fallen. 

Hon. Lewis Cass. 

His name is well known in the annals 
of his country. 

He was a practical temperance man ; 
though much exposed in his early days 
he never tasted of ardent spirits. 

He was, when Secretary of War, first 
President of the American Congres- 
sional Society, formed 1833, and through 
his influence ardent spirits T/ere banish- 
ed from the navy, which was an im- 
portant event in the history of the 
nation. 

Dr. Billy J. Clarko 

Deserves a record as one of the found- 
ers of the first temperance society. 
Twice I met the simple-hearted, good 
old man at temperance meetings, as 
the shadows of the evening were gather- 
ing around him. At Glenn's Falls, New 



York, where he died, his name is perpe- 
tuated by a division of the Sons of 
Temperance which bears the honored 
name of " The Billy J. Clarke Divi- 
sion." 

Judge William Cranch, 

Of Washington, was another tempe- 
rance hero, and he did good execution 
with his terrible statistics of the effects 
of rum and the rum traffic. 

In speaking of the sale he says : " It 
is a violation of the divine command, 
4 Thou shalt not kill.'' I know the 
cup is poisoned. I know it may cause 
death ; I know it may cause more than 
death ; it may lead to ruin, to sin, to 
the tortures of everlasting remorse. 
Am I not a murderer? Worse than a 
murderer — as much worse as the soul is 
better than the body." This was strong 
meat — none too strong. . 

Mathew Carey, Esq. 

Mr. Carey was a genuine temperance 
man, and, when venerable for years as 
well as long services, maintained his in- 
tegrity to the last, leaving a fragrant 
name behind him. He had the distin- 
guished honor of being the first president 
of the State Temperance Society of Penn- 
sylvania. He has had a number of illus- 
trious successors, who have caught his 
mantle. 

Davis W. Clarke, D.D., 

Was one of the bishops of the Me- 
thodist Episcopal Church. He was 
abundant in labors, a firm advocate of 
temperance, and for years one of the 
vice-presidents of the National Tempe- 
rance Society. When he died in Cin- 
cinnati, loaded with honors and covered 
with scars, the Society lost a friend, and 
temperance one of its warmest advo- 
cates. 

J. Henry Clarke, M.D., 

Was a son of that wonderful preacher* 
Rev. Daniel A. Clarke, brother of Ho- 
race F. Clarke, and Thomas M. Clarke, 
Bishop of Rhode Island. Mr. Clarke re- 
sided in Newark, N. J., was a practising 
physician, but he devoted much time to 
temperance. He was an authorof some 
celebrity, and he wrote a prize essay on 
temperance that will long outlive the 
author. He was a good soldier, and I 
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the battles of temperance. In New Jer- 
sey one year they gave us *' local op- 
tion." They could say in every town 
and city whether liquor should be sold 
or not.' Dr. Clarke fought like a hero. 
Victory perched upon the temperance 
banner in every ward in Newark, stud- 
ed with grog-shops and lager-beer 
saloons. They said no liquor should be 
sold. We held a Congratulatory meet- 
ing. The doctor was secretary. But 
scarcely was the song of joy and shout 
of triumph heard before the next legis- 
lature, in their assembled wisdom, pro- 
nounced it " unconstitutional. " 

Rev. Nelson E. Cobleigh 

Recently passed away. He was a tem- 
perance man, true as steel. Being an 
editor, he employed his pen in advanc- 
ing the cause. He was one of the 
Board of Managers of the National 
Temperance Society at its organization, 
and continued so for years till he re- 
moved South. I had an interview with 
him in New York the last time he visit- 
ed it. A few days after I heard my 
friend was dead. 

General John H. Cocke. 

Virginia has not only furnished patri- 
ots, statesmen, presidents, but also some 
pure temperance men ; among whom 
were Governor Gilmer, whom we have 
named, and others ; but General Cocke 
was one of the purest and most influen- 
tial men — the President of the American 
Temperance Union. He was a strong 
man, the friend and correspondent of Ed- 
ward C. Delavan. He pronounces "the 
alcoholic invention of man the most 
prolific source of evil upon earth," and 
11 temperance the greatest moral revo- 
lution of the age." He was a strong op- 
poser of the use of intoxicating wine at 
the communion, and went in for the 
64 fruit of the vine." 

Professor Merritt Caldwell, 

Of Dickinson College, was an able ad- 
vocate and an unyielding champion of 
temperance. Days and nights he de- 
voted to it, and it was supposed he fell 
amartyrtoit. Hefell early. His death 
was like a translation. He said to his 
wife when he was dying, " Don't go to 
my grave in the winter ; don't go in the 
storm. Go in the spring, go in the sun- 
shine, go when the birds sing, go when 
the flowers bloom." • 



Rev. Calvin Chapin, D.D., 

Of Wethersfleld, Conn., published in 
the Connecticut Obsetver, thirty-three 
numbers, beginning January 16, 1826, 
entitled ''The Infallible Remedy." 
His motto was, ** Entire abstinence from 
ardent spirits is the only certain pre- 
ventive of intemperance." He had 
practised it for years, and urged it as a 
duty upon all men. They were ably 
written, and did much good. 

Rev. William Cravens. 

He was a most remarkable man foi 
weight, weighing 270 pounds ; foi 
strength, he was as strong as Samson ; 
for courage, he never knew what fear 
meant, unless he read it in the dic- 
tionary, and forgot it as soon as he 
closed the book. He was remarkable 
for his hatred to intemperance and its 
causes. He was a pioneer of tempe- 
rance in Virginia, and in Indiana when 
the country was new. 

They distilled a great deal in Vir- 
ginia. At distillers he aimed his heavi- 
est guns, and some of them were 
members of the church. He called the 
distillery their " copper-headed god." 
He would describe the devout attitude 
of his worshippers, their humility — 
sometimes on their knees, and then flat 
on the ground, worshipping their idol — 
and the length of time they would con- 
tinue their devotions, so diunk they 
could not rise. It was irony equal to 
Elijah's. Judge Allen heard him " On 
the Sins of the Still." He was an ex- 
tensive distiller. He was at first offend- 
ed, then he weighed his arguments, and 
said, " Mr. Cravens is right, and I am 
wrong ; I will distil no more." The 
distillery was converted into a house of 
worship. 

At Chillicothe Mr. Cravens enquired, 
"What difference is there between a 
regular dram-drinker and a full-grown 
drunkard ? " Said he, " I'll tell you : 
there is just as much difference as there 
is between a pig and a hog." 

Silas Conduit, M.D., 

Resided in Jersey City. He was a 
most genial man, an ardent friend of the 
temperance cause, and a diligent worker. 
He rose to the highest position among 
the " Sons of Temperance." He ar- 
ranged the plan and presided at the in- 
auguration of the " Sands Monument." 
Dr. Conduit did a nolle work for the 



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cause. He fell suddenly, but he will 
long be remembered for his noble deeds 
and his work of love. 

Rev. Spencer H. Cone, D.B., 

Was a Baptist minister in the city of 
New York, who stood for years almost 
unequalled among his brethren as a 
pulpit orator. He was formerly a play- 
actor. He was a noble champion for 
temperance. It is a singular fact that 
Dr. Milner, Dr. S. H. Cox, and Mr. 
Cone met in Philadelphia when young 
at a theatre ; when they met next, they 
were clergymen — Milner an Episco- 
palian, Cox a Presbyterian, and Cone 
a Baptist. They were all splendid tem- 
perance men. His biographer says : 
" Dr. Milner remained to the end a 
warm friend of the temperance cause." 

Rev. William Ellery Ohanning, D.D., 

Unitarian minister of Boston, was a 
polished writer, an eloquent preacher, a 
distinguished divine, and an early and 
earnest temperance advocate. 

Hon. David Daggett. 

I well remember the judge. He was 
a very dignified gentleman, residing in 
New Haven, with his powdered head 
and his white top-boots. He was em- 
phatically a gentleman of the old school, 
one of the powerful men of Connecticut, 
who ably advocated temperance princi- 
ples. He said : " Over every grog-shop 
should be written in great capitals, 
'The way to hell, going down to the 
chambers of death.' " Again, " In my 
view the great source of intemperance 
is to be found in grog-shops and tippling- 
houses— those* outer chambers of hell.' 
When public opinion shall place those 
who furnish it on a level with thieves 
and counterfeiters, then, and not till 
then, may we expect to see our land 
purified from this abomination." 

Rev. Austin Dickinson 

Was editor of the National Preacher, 
and he did a good work in early send- 
ing out a tract full of facts and figures, 
and earnest appeals, and pointed Scrip- 
ture quotations, entitled " Scripture 
Argument for Temperance," and also 
his "Appeal to American Youtli on 
Temperance." This was a premium 
tract. It was a powerful, pathetic appeal 
well deserving a premium. 



Rev. Baxter Dickinson 

Was another temperance hero. In 
Newark, New Jersey, he made a tre- 
mendous appeal that vibrated all over 
the land. It was entitled "Alarm to 
Distillers and their Allies." It was 
enough to have made their hair stand 
on end and their blood curdle in their 
veins. It was published in tract form, 
and had an immense circulation. 

Rev. Israel S. Diehl 

Was a man of fine culture, educated at 
Dickinson College. He was an exten- 
sive traveller, having visited all the 
Eastern countries. He was United 
States consul to Java. He was a 
splendid lecturer on Oriental countries 
and customs, and a most admirable tem- 
perance lecturer. He gave me some 
relics from Babylon and Nineveh. 

He married Mrs. Anna T. Randall in 
1871. He died January 4, 1875. The 
genius of temperance mourns the loss 
of another of her able advocates. 

Edward C. Delavan^ Esq. 

He was a self-made man, a philan- 
thropist, a Christian, and a prince in our 
temperance Israel. He devoted a long 
lifetime to this work ; his pen, his ton- 
gue, his money, his influence. He 
brought all on board the temperance 
ship, and he was ready to say, " Sink or 
swim, live or die, survive or perish, I 
am for the principles of temperance." 
His motto was : " First pure, then 
peaceable." 

He was involved in a lawsuit with 
the brewers of Albany, and came off 
triumphant. He also had a long con- 
troversy concerning intoxicating wine 
at the communion, and he passed 
through a fiery ordeal, but came out 
without the smell of fire on his gar- 
ments. No man in the United States 
has devoted more time and money to 
stop the river of fire and death rolling 
over our land than Edward C. Delavan. 

He was one of the earliest, ablest, 
and most-* influential advocates of the 
principle of total abstinence. For years 
he has been recognized as a leader in 
the great temperance reform. 

We have no space to write his bio- 
graphy or give an analysis of his char- 
acter. 

1 1 e not only had a national reputation, 
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from several crowned heads in Europe 
on the subject of temperance. 

Mr. Delavan furnished material con- 
sisting of essays, reminiscences, etc., 
with some borrowed material, that make 
quite an interesting volume. He closed 
his eventful life in Schenectady, 15th of 
January, 1871, aged seventy eight years, 
leaving behind him a name of more 
value than great riches. He was some- 
what eccentric ; but there are spots on 
the sun. 

Rev. Thomas De Witt, DJD., 

Was for a half-century well known in the 
city of New York. His tall, commanding 
form made him a man of mark. He was a 
Dutch Reformed minister, honored and 
beloved. Dr. De Witt was not only an 
able minister of the New Testament, 
but he held a prominent place in the 
temperance ranks, being for years one 
of the Executive Committee of the Na- 
tional Temperance Union. 

James Davison 

Belonged to the Temple of Honor, and 
was entrusted with their funds — a spot- 
less temperance man, who left a splendid 
record behind him. He was a printer, 
a saint, and chaplain for the Supreme 
Council of Templars of Honor. He 
died at Covington, Kentucky, October, 
1866, aged fifty-five years. 

Hon. Joshua Darling. 
He was from the old Granite State, 
and Chairman of the Executive Com- 
mittee of the New Hampshire State 
Temperance Society. He formerly in- 
dulged in strong drink, and sold it ; but 
his eyes were opened to the evil of 
selling and drinking, and he became 
not only a total abstainer, but an active 
temperance man. His ten children 
followed his example, and adopted for 
their motto, " Touch not, taste not, 
handle not " the destroyer of our peace 
here and of our hopes hereafter. No 
wonder he says, " To God alone, who 
is mighty and able to save, and by whom 
this deliverance has been wrought 
through the entire abstinence principle, 
would I render all praise." 

Rev. George Duffield, D.D. 

Dr. Dumeld was indeed a most re- 
markable man ; his name is linked with 
the greatest divines of the Presbyterian 
Church, of which he was a leader. 



Born July 4, 1794, he graduated at 
the early age of sixteen at the Univer- 
sity of Pennsylvania, and when but 
twenty-one years of age entered the 
Gospel ministry, and for oyer half a 
century lived a life of earnest devotion 
to the work to which he was thus early 
consecrated. Revered as his name will 
ever be for what he has done for the 
church of which he was a prominent 
leader, the friends of temperance will 
prize his memory for his devotion to 
that reform. One of the first to adopt 
the principles, he was the first who laid 
their foundations broad and deep in the 
teachings of Scripture. To his early- 
investigations of the Scripture testi- 
mony on this subject are the friends of 
temperance indebted for the fulness of 
light with which this subject is flooded. 
Among the many works he has pub- 
lished, the last production of his pen 
is the greatest, and destined to accom- 
plish the greatest good for humanity 
and the church. We refer to the work 
published by the National Temperance 
Society and Publication House, *.' The 
Bible Rule of Temperance." He was a 
lifelong advocate of the principles of 
temperance, a bold champion for the 
truth, always in the front of the battle, 
and he never turned his back to the 
enemy. He fell on the field of battle t 
sword in hand. In June, 1868, while 
making an address of welcome in De- 
troit to the Young Men's Christian As- 
sociation, he was stricken down with 
paralysis, and carried home speechless, 
where the old hero of a hundred battles 
expired. His memory is cherished 
and his name will be held in everlast- 
ing remembrance for his lifetime de- 
votion to the sacred cause of tempe- 
rance. 

Doctor Dutton 
Was a Congregational minister in New 
Haven, and an intimate friend of Dr. 
Leonard Bacon. Dr. Dutton and his 
brother, the Governor of the State, were 
both noble temperance men, who de- 
serve to be enrolled among temperance 
heroes. 

Rev. Justin Edwards, D.D. 

No man by pen and tongue did more to 
advance the principles of temperance in 
its earlier days. He was agent, corre- 
sponding secretary, and editor of the 
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ciety. He wrote its earliest annual re- 
ports, which to-day are a mine of wealth 
for temperance. He formed the first 
temperance society in Washington. 

I heard him at the National Tempe- 
rance Convention at Saratoga, in 1851, 
on probihition. I remember his tall 
and manly form. With very appropriate 
gestures he stretched out his hands and 
arms, and said he: "These are the 
* keepers of the house/ and what were 
they given us for? Only to protect our- 
selves with." He thought we were not 
very wise if w r e did not use them. 

He published in 1826 "The Well- 
Conducted Farm," which was extensive- 
ly circulated, attracting great attention, 
and accomplishing much good. 

Ezra Styles Ely, D.D., 

Was for many years a prominent 
Presbyterian minister in New York and 
in Philadelphia. He was a temperance 
warrior, who fought many a hard-earned 
battle. He was identified with the Sons 
of Temperance, and fought side by side 
with Philip S. White ; and they not only 
used their voices but their pens in 
drawing pen-portraits, horribly exact, 
of clergymen "who tarried long at the 
wine." Dr. Ely was a man of mark, 
who made an impression on the age in 
which he lived, and in old age he was 
fresh for the fight against man's greatest 
enemy — strong drink. He wrote with 
Philip S. White, in 1848, " Vindication 
of the Order of the Sons of Temperance : 
Embracing its Origin, Nature, Design, 
Advantages, and Progress." He was 
Grand Chaplain of the order in Penn- 
sylvania. 

Daniel Fenton, Esq. 

For many years Mr. Fenton was the 
chairman of the executive committee of 
the State Temperance Society of New 
Jersey. He resided in Trenton, and was 
a publisher of books. He published 
many a pure temperance document. 
I knew him in age and feebleness ex- 
treme. He used to call the committee 
together when he was a mere skeleton. 
I was at their last meeting. The tears 
rolled down his furrowed cheeks when 
he said he had met them for the last 
time ; when their next regular meeting 
should take place, he would be in 
^eaven. Thomas B. Seagar, cashier of 
Dover Bank, called in to seehim, and he 
enquired : ' Father Fenton, do you fee} 



it a blessed privilege to die? " He said 
he did, " but vou must take care of the 
cause of temperance." He had his grave 
dug and his tombstone erected, and on 
it a hand with its finger pointing up- 
ward, and this inscription surrounding 
it: " There is rest in heaven/' The 
last time he rode out he went and look- 
ed into his grave, and at the tombstone 
and the inscription, and went home and 
died. 

Rev. Wilbur Fisk, D.D. 

Dr. Fisk was the most seraphic man 
I ever beheld. What a preacher ! What 
an advocate of temperance ! In the 
Methodist Church he was the pioneer, 
the great standard-bearer. When others 
were afraid they were going to unite 
church and state, he had no fear. 

He endured much opposition and 
obloquy. 

The editor of the Christian Advocate 
took a stand against him, but it soon 
changed its course. 

But Dr. Fisk was also suspected of 
impure motives, aims at popularity, 
worldly influence, truckling to other 
denominations. But none of these 
things moved him. He wrote, and 
travelled, and delivered addresses, and 
his work was crowned with success. 

He was going to lecture in a town in 
Connecticut, and he met a brother, a 
member of the church, who tried to per- 
suade him not to go; that the church 
in that place was opposed to the tempe- 
rance movement ; some were engaged 
in the trade of ardent spirits, and others 
did not feel any necessity of agitating 
the question ; and that it might create a 
disunion of the church. Dr. Fisk said, 
" Sir, if the church stands on rum, let it 
go." He delivered his address, and the 
church survived. 

But the scene soon changed, and pre- 
judice gave way, and the Methodist 
Church wheeled into line, and became 
an important auxiliary in the tempe- 
rance army. 

It is impossible to estimate the amount 
of good he did to the cause of tempe- 
rance. 

Never can I forget Wilbur Fisk. I 
have not only heard him lecture on 
temperance, but he preached my ordi- 
nation sermon. 

He died early, at forty-seven years of 
age, and on his monument are these 
words: "Wilbur Fisk, S.T.D., First 
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Hon, Theodore Frelinghuysen, 

He was Chancellor of the Univer- 
sity of New York, United States Sen- 
ator from New Jersey, President of the 
American Bible Society, etc. He was 
wise and good ; the Christian gentle- 
man, the eloqfient orator, and an uncom- 
promising temperance man. He says : 
" If the use of ardent spirits be wrong, it 
seems to be a result of inevitable deduc- 
tion that the traffic is equally so. . . ." 
" We owe it to our history, to our free 
institutions, and above all we owe it to 
Him whose benignant providence has . 
so richly blessed us, that we purify our | 
laws. And if men will engage in this 
destructive traffic, if they will stoop to 
degrade their reason and reap the 
wages of iniquity, let them no longer 
have the law-book as a pillow, nor quiet 
conscience by the opiate of a court- 
license." 

Moses Grant, Esq., of Boston. 

No truer temperance man ever lived 
than " Deacon Grant." I have met him 
in Boston, and at Saratoga Springs at 1 
the National Convention. Much might 
be written concerning this sterling tern- ' 
perance man ; but his crowning glory, | 
his transcendent excellence, will be de- j 
rived from the fact that he was the chil- 
dren's friend, and that John B. Gough's 
defenceless head was covered under the 
shadow of his wings. He was his friend I 
and patron when he was friendless, and j 
the name of Moses Grant will be for ! 
ever blended with John B. Gough's, I 
the prince of temperance lecturers. 
Mr. Gough speaks of him as the | 
" children's friend," and says that " to | 
relieve the wretched was his pride." 

Hon, Felix Grundy, 

United States Senator from Tennessee, 
was a pure patriot, a gifted man. At 
Washington he fought side by side 
with Briggs and Frelinghuysen the 
battles of temperance. 

Hon, Horace Greeley. 

He came to New York, as Franklin 
did to Philadelphia, a poor, friendless 
one. He was a self-made man. I have 
made addresses with him in the city 
of New York and the country. He j 
was a most indefatigable man. He told j 
me that often he slept only three hours \ 
in a night. I need not speak of him as | 
the greatest journalist in America, if ! 



not in the world. He practised tempe- 
rance, and he advocated it both by his 
pen and tongue. His essays on alco- 
hol and on temperance were masterly. 
When he controlled its columns, the 
Tribune gave no uncertain sound. 

Hon. John W. Geary. 

Ex-Governor Geary, of Pennsylvania) 
was a tower of strength to the cause of 
temperance, and his eminent services to 
promote its high and holy principles, 
both in the Keystone State and beyond 
it, made him an object of admiration for 
his philanthropy. He fell at his post 
in 1872. 

Hon. James Harper. 

He was of the firm of Harper & Bro- 
thers. He was a self-made man of great 
business capacity, and of untiring indus- 
try. He was a genial man, with great 
conversational powers, the life and light 
of the social circle. He was honored by 
his fellow-citizens, and elected Mayor of 
the city of New York, in which cffice he 
acquitted himself nobly. For a long 
lifetime he was an active temperance 
man. He was a splendid presiding 
officer, and was called upon to preside 
in many temperance meetings, which he 
did with great honor to himself. There 
was a society named after him, " The 
Harper Union Daughters of Tempe- 
rance." The first address of Mr. Gough, 
in 1845, after he was drugged, was de- 
livered before this society, and Mr. 
Harper presided. They were friends 
of Mr. Gough in the tiying hcur, and 
he ever felt grateful to them. The 
noble ex-mayor was thrown frcm his 
carriage in New York City, and so injur- 
ed that he was taken into St. Luke's Hos- 
pital, where he expired. He was beloved 
and honored in life, and deeply lament- 
ed in death. 

Rev, Nathaniel Hewitt, DD., 

Was a strong man, a giant. Never had 
intemperance a greater foe, never had 
temperance an abler champion. Fcr 
years he was employed as agent by the 
American Temperance Union, and he 
went to Europe on that mission, and 
woke up great interests in England. 
He was an iron man, and used sledge- 
hammer logic. I knew him well, and 
heard him preach often in Fairfield in 
the days of my youth, and his image I 
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John H, W, Hawkins 

Can never be forgotten. He was the 
great apostle of Washingtonianism, and 
accomplished a mighty work. His name 
and fame are immortal. He was a dis- 
tinguished hero. 

Heman Humphreys, D.D., 

Was an early champion of temperance 
who deserves to be immortalized. He 
was President of Amherst College, 
Mass. He was no ordinary man and 
no ordinary preacher. He was early 
in the temperance field. In February, 
1813, he resided in Fairfield town, 
and wrote a series of six numbers on 
" The Causes, Progress, Effects, and Re- 
medy of Intemperance in the United 
States." They were published in the 
Panoplist and Missionary Magazine in 
Boston. They were ably written, show- 
ing the hand of a master ; but lie was 
far in advance of the age. His " Debates 
of Conscience with a Distiller, a Whole- 
sale Dealer, and a Retailer," is an inge- 
nious production, was widely circulat- 
ed, and did immense good. He says : 
" As long as the monster intemperance 
has a body-guard of three or four 
thousand grave and disciplined legisla- 
tors to defend him, how can the friends 
of humanity, of morality, and religion 
follow up the work they have so auspi- 
ciously begun, and rid the land of his 
carcass ? Ah ! how complacently he 
sits within the lines, upon his throne 
of human skeletons, quaffing blood and 
tears, and delighting his ears with the j 
agonies that burst from ten thousand 
bursting hearts every moment of every 
dav and every night in the year." 

Dr. Asa Hill 

Was a local preacher residing at Nor- 
walk, Conn. He was a genius, an 
orator, a poet, and all his talents he 
consecrated to temperance and the 
good of his fellow-men. He wielded a 
powerful influence, and died suddenly 
Thanksgiving Day, November, 1874. 

Rev. J. B. Hagany, D.D., 

Methodist minister, an ardent friend 
of the cause, die'd suddenly in New 
York in 1865. 

Rev. Joel Hawes, D.D., 

Of Hartford, Conn., was one of the 
noble ministers who declared " that lie 
t hat ctriveth for the mastery is tem- 



perate in all things." He was a work- 
man that needed not to be ashamed. 
His lectures to young men are thrilling, 
and full of the best of advice. In a ser- 
mon, speaking of temperance, he said : 
'• The cause is good — good in its princi 
pies, good in its spirit, good in its meas- 
ures, good in its results." A blessing to 
the church and to the world is such a 
minister, who can, like the " prince of 
preachers/' reason of righteousness, 
temperance, and the judgment to come. 

S. M. Hewlett 

Was very silver-tongued. He was a 
popular lecturer, who could be grave 
or comic, make the audience weep or 
laugh. He was about going to Europe 
on a mission of temperance, when, after 
a lecture at Norwalk, Conn., he died 
suddenly, with inflammation of the 
lungs, March 17, 1872. 

Dr. Thomas Hinde 
Was surgeon in the army of Gen. 
Wolfe when he fell on the Plains of 
Abraham. He early emigrated to Ken- 
tucky. He was a rank infidel. The 
early Methodist ministers visited that 
new country, and his wife was awaken- 
ed under their powerful appeals. The 
doctor, not liking it, put a blister-plaster 
upon his wife's neck to draw the Metho- 
dism out from her. The remedy not 
succeeding, and beholding her lamb- 
like patience, it was the means of his 
awakening and of bringing him to a 
knowledge of the truth. Dr. Hinde 
was the first physician West that took a 
bol i stand against intemperance. He 
divided drunkards into three classes, 
" the industrious, the lazy, and the 
lounging." 

Rev. Thomas Hinde, 

Son of the above, was a local preacher. 
He was a fine writer ; his descriptive 
powers were great. He was also a prom- 
inent temperance man. He joined the 
first temperance society he ever heard 
of ; it was termed a " Society for the 
Suppression of Vice and Immorality." 
He aided in forming the Oh"o State Tem- 
perance Society, and formed the first 
auxiliary to it. 

Hon. George Hall. 

Mr. Hall had the confidence of his 
fellow-citizens, and they elected him 
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his office. He was kind, courteous, 
affable, humane ; he was a natural gen- 
tleman, one of the purest, ffrmest, no- 
blest of temperance men. He was an 
honor to his race, a blessing to the com- 
munity, and his name is like " ointment 
poured forth." He was at the great 
temperance banquet in 1852 at Tripler 
Hall, New York, where many great 
temperance men were assembled — Neal 
Dow, Horace Mann, Rev. John Cham- 
bers, Dr. Chapin, Henry Ward Beecher, 
Rev. Theodore L. Cuyler, and a number 
of others — and various topics were as- 
signed them, and the writer's was this : 
" temperance and Politics, one and in- 
separable : what God and the Constitu- 
tion of our country have united together 
let no body of men put asunder." Mr. 
Hall looked over the topics before the 
exercises commenced, and said to me, 
" I think that the most important topic 
of the whole. I would rather discuss 
that than any of the others." Mr. Hall 
was emphatically the friend of the poor, 
and a most devoted, consistent, and faith- 
ful advocate of the principles of tem- 
perance. They stood out in bold relief 
His colors were always flying. He died 
in Brooklyn in 1867, and immense 
crowds attended his funeral to do honor 
to the temperance warrior. "A good 
name is better than great riches." 

Hon. Samuel Houston. 

If his life could be written, it would 
read like a tale of chivalry. He in 
early life was dissipated, but he was 
saved so as by fire. He was, after his 
days of dissipation were over, the most 
popular man in Texas ; he was not 
only Governor of the State but United 
States senator. He not only became 
temperate, but an able advocate of 
its principles. He visited New York 
in 1852, and made an address at the 
temperance banquet ; his appearance 
produced a profound sensation. He 
looked to me more like Washington 
than any man I ever saw. Horace Mann 
congratulated him on keeping his gar- 
ments so clean at Washington ; and Mr. 
Houston was delegated to present Neal 
Dow with a gold medal, which was 
done in the midst of great applause. 

Hon. Judge Willard Hall. 

Delaware had her temperance heroes 
as well as other States, and Judge 
Hall, of Wilmington, was a prominent 



one. Before the temperance reforma- 
tion he had been in the habit of daily 
using ardent spirits for his health, till 
in 1820 he read in the " Edinburgh En- 
cyclopaedia," under the article " Medi- 
cine," concerning the stronger wines, 
" We conceive their habitual use is 
never necessary, and is generally hurt- 
ful." Here he learned a lesson that 
had a lifetime influence upon him. 
He finally abandoned the use of liquors 
and wines, either as a medicine or a 
beverage. He did this before the tem- 
perance reformation reached him. When 
sick, his temperance physician recom- 
mended wine ; he would not touch it, 
and recovered his health without its 
use. 

Dr. Amory Hunting. 

This veteran temperance worker died 
at his home in Manhattan, Kansas, June 
10, 1870, alter a short illness. He went 
to Kansas in 1855, and took a leading 
part in the movements and conventions 
to forma State government; was State 
senator, member of constitutional con- 
vention, etc. He organized the Western 
Kansas Temperance Society in 1856, 
which was the first temperance society 
in that State. He was the principal or- 
ganizer of the State Temperance Socie- 
ty, and also the Sons of Temperance. 
He was also instrumental in organizing 
the Grand Division, was its first Grand 
Worthy Patriarch, and has never failed 
to attend each meeting of the Grand 
Division. He was a total abstainer 
since i8i7,and began in 1823 to pub- 
licly withstand the drinking usages of 
the day. He was buried, at his own re- 
quest, by the Sons of Temperance, and 
the funeral ceremony of the order was 
performed at the grave. 

Dr. A. W, Ives, of New York. 1 

In 1S33 he wrote a very able tract en- 
titled "A Dialogue between a Dealer 
in Ardent Spirits and his Conscience." 
It was very pointed, very caustic, very 
alarming. 

Rev. Edwin L. Janes. 
He was twin-brother of Bishop Janes. 
He was meek, mild, affable, humane. 
The cause of temperance lay near his 
heart, and he did all he could to pro- 
mote its interests. He was employed 
for a while by the National Temperance 
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an able advocate when he died. He was 
one of the sweetest purest, loveliest men 
that ever adorned the church or blessed 
the world. 

Hon. William Jay. 

He was the son of that distinguished 
patriot, John Jay, and resided in Bed- 
ford, N. Y. He was a great anti-slavery 
man and a great temperance man. 

Benjamin Joy- 
Was a veteran standard-bearer in the 
temperance army who never turned his 
back to the enemy. He was the lay apos- 
tle of temperance in his neighborhood. 
He was the intimate friend of Dr. Cuyler, 
who says: " His heart-power in speak- 
ing was prodigious. He was Christian- 
ity on foot. He went about doing 
good." He was a happy, cheerful work- 
er. His forte was teaching temperance 
and saving men from drunkenness. He 
fell at his post. On the last evening he 
spent on earth he addressed the Good 
Templars in the village where he re- 
sided. He died in 1868. 

Christian Keener, Esq., 

Was from Baltimore, father of Bishop 
Keener, of the M. E. Church South. 
Christian Keener was as true, consistent 
a temperance man as ever lived. He was 
a living epistle of temperance, known 
and read of ail men. 

Jonathan Kittredge, Esq., 

Of New Hampshire, early published an 
address on " The Effects of Ardent Spi- 
rits," which thrilled multitudes with 
horror. He gives terrible descriptions, 
and then says : "Ah! language fails. I 
leave it to your imagination to fill up the 
horrid picture." 

At that early age he advocated " total 
abstinence." ''What! drink none?" 
" Yes, I say drink none ; one gallon for 
this town is just four quarts too much." 

Dr. E. N. Kirk, of Boston. 

He was an eloquent advocate of tem- 
perance. He was the pastor and friend 
of John B. Gough. 

Joseph W. Lester, Esq. 

His name should be enrolled among 
the noble heroes of temperance. He 
was a member of the Board of Managers 



of the National Temperance Society 
from its organization. He rendered a 
noble service. He was chairman of the 
Finance Committee, was prompt, always 
at his post, was wise in council, full of 
sympathy, and he was liberal. He was 
not one whose temperance costs nothing. 
He consecrated his money to the sacred 
cause of temperance. At his death he 
left a legacy to the National Tempe- 
rance Society. It is a singular fact 
that it is the only legacy that has 
ever been left to this society since its 
organization. 

Hon. Joseph H. Lumkin 

Was a member of Congress from Geor- 
gia, a firm temperance man in its early 
days. He was much opposed to the 
"venders of ' distilled damnation,' who 
fill their neighborhood with lamentation, 
mourning, and woe." 

Hon. Walter Lowrie 

Was secretary of the United States 
Senate. He was secretary of the first Con- 
gressional Temperance Society formed 
at Washington. He occupied an influ- 
ential position, and in 1830 he was fully 
identified with the cause. He said in 
1835, " ^ it were my last request to my 
best friend, it would be, abstain entirely 
and at all times from the use as a bever- 
age of all intoxicating liquors." 

Rev. D. C. Lansing, D.D. 

He was a Presbyterian minister in 
Troy, afterwards in Brooklyn, who made ^ 
temperance speeches and preached 
temperance sermons. He hit rum and 
rumselHng with a good grace. His ap- 
peals were sometimes overwhelming. 
I heard him in an address enquire, "Do 
you think the Almighty designs to per- 
mit the devil to monopolize all the 
steam?" 

In a sermon that is most terrific on 
the guilt of rumselling, he says " If there 
is one place in hell where the wrath of 
God burns more intensely than another 
it must be where the rumseller is locat- 
ed ; every devil in hell will refuse to 
associate with him, and all the fiends of 
damnation will stun his ears with the 
eternal hisses of contempt." 

Rev. Noah Levings, D.D., 

Was a member of the New York Confer- 
ence, and Financial Secretary of the 
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early and able advocate of temperance. 
As early as 1830 he published a sermon 
of great strength from " Wine is a mock- 
er, strong drink is raging : whoso is de- 
ceived thereby is not wise." On a tour 
for the Bible Society he died suddenly 
in Cincinnati. His disease was such 
he could not lie down, and they placed 
the Bible before him to rest his head 
upon. He looked at the words, " Holy 
Bible," and exclaimed: "Holy Bible, 
guide of my youth, counsellor of my 
manhood, my only rule in life, my only 
hope in death, let me rest my dying head 
on thee." 

Harvey Lindsley, M.D. 

He devoted his talents in promoting 
the temperance reform, by writing a 
masterly essay, which revealed wonder- 
ful, appalling facts, "On the Effects 
of Inebriety on the Offspring of In- 
temperate Parents.'' No wonder that 
for this able essaj' he received a prize. 

Rev. Philip Lindsly, D.1D. 

He was president of the University of 
Nashville — a man of great talents, and a 
great temperance man, feeling deeply for 
the welfare of the rising generation. He 
was early in the temperance ranks, and an 
efficient worker. In 1838 he said : " Idef}' 
any mortal to offer the semblance of a 
reason for the existence of grog-shops in 
our land." Again, " If we are to edu 
cate our sons where rum and grog-shops 
are not to be found, we must send them 
to Robinson Crusoe's Island or to State 
prison." He said, " You might as well 
license gambling, theft, and counterfeit- 
ing as to license the sale of intoxicating 
drinks." This has the true ring. 

Rev. Samuel J. May 

Was a very popular Unitarian minister, 
quite a writer and platform speaker. 
He was foremost in all kinds of reforms, 
the anti-slavery and temperance especi- 
ally. He battled well, and left a heroic 
name and fame behind him. 

Hon. Horace Mann 

Was a splendid scholar, did much for 
education in Massachusetts and in 
other States. He had a classic face, 
beautiful white locks. He was an able, 
consistent temperance man. At the 
great national temperance banquet 
he'd in New York, February, 1852, he 
delivered an address that was beautiful, 



in which he congratulated Hon. Samuel 
Houston, of Texas, who was present, 
then a member of Congress, for " main- 
taining his integrity at Washington, and 
for passing through the fiery furnace, 
and coming out without the smell of fire 
upon his garments," 

Rev. John Marsh, IXD„ 

I have spoken of him in the earlier part 
of this volume. His 'Putnam and the 
Wolf " immortalized him. He devoted 
his life to the cause that was enshrined 
in his heart's core. 

Dr. Reuben D. Mussey. 

He was Professor of Anatomy in Dart- 
mouth College. He wrote a prize essay 
on temperance, for which he was awarded 
three hundred dollars. 

Bishop Charles P. Mcllvaine, late 
Bishop of Ohio. 

He was no ordinary man. He was 
personally attractive, intellectually gift- 
ed, and graciously endowed. He was 
bold and brilliant. But it is not as a 
bishop, or an author, or a preacher that 
we have to do with him, but as a tempe- 
rance man. He was no wine-drinking 
clergyman, and no apologist for those 
who drank it, but its uncompromising 
enemy. His "Address to the Young 
Men of the United States on Tempe- 
rance," was a master-piece. The appeal 
to young men is most impressive. It 
ought to be scattered all over the land 
like leaves of autumn. 

He gives "moderate drinkers" a ter- 
rible blow, and commends "total absti- 
nence," as the only remedy. He recom- 
mends the formation of temperance so- 
cieties all over the land. 

I have been in the room at Burlington, 
N. J., where Bishop Mcllvaine was con- 
verted, and I felt a kind of inspiration 
when I saw the place where he knelt 
down and prayed for and received mercy. 
The last time I saw him was in Phila- 
delphia, presiding at a meeting, when 
the country was rocked to and fro 
as if by earthquakes, in 1864, when 
General Grant was going through the 
Wilderness, when the national stars 
were turning pale. At that meeting 
$70,000 were given for patriotic objects, 
This great and good man died in a for- 
eign land ; it was in the city of Flo- 
rence. Italy, 13th of March, 1873, rvged 
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Abbey, in the midst of the great and the 
good. 

Rev. Timothy Merritt 

Was a Methodist minister, and one of 
the original founders of the American 
Temperance Union, in 1826. Congre- 
gational and Baptist as well as Metho- 
dist ministers were there. Mr. Merritt 
offered prayer on the occasion ; and he 
was a highly gifted man in prayer. He 
was a clear and accurate thinker, a dili- 
gent worker, a practical man, and every 
pulsation of his heart beat in unison 
with the temperance cause. He was 
one of the editors of the Christian Ad- 
vocate. He wielded an able pen. 

Rev. Jedediah Morse ? D.D., 

Was the father of American geo- 
graphy. He was the father of many 
moral and religious enterprises, and the 
honored father of Professor Morse, in- 
ventor of the telegraph, who sent the 
first message over the wires thus: 
" What hath God wrought." H is name is 
written all over the world. No wonder he 
has a monument in Central Park. He 
was also the father of the late Sydney E. 
Morse, founder of the New York Obser- 
ver, the oldest religious newspaper in 
America. 

Jedediah Morse was one of the earliest 
temperance heroes in the field. 

In June, 1811, the General Association 
of Massachusetts appointed Mr. Morse, 
with four of his brother ministers and 
four distinguished laymen, a committee 
to co-operate with a committee of the 
General Assembly of the Presbyterian 
Church, and the General Association of 
Connecticut, in devising measures which 
should have an influence to remove some 
of the numerous and threatening mis- 
chiefs that are experienced throughout 
our country from the excessive and 
intemperate use of spirituous liquors. 
They met several times, and finally 
resolved to form a State Society for 
the suppression of intemperance. A 
more general meeting was held in 
Boston, 4th February, 1813, at the State 
II mse, and the next day they formed a 
society which they called the "Massa- 
chusetts Society for the Suppression of 
Intemperance." 

Rev. Samuel Miller, D.D. 

He was professor in the Theological 
Seminary at Princeton. He was wise 



and good. His countenance glowed 
with benignity. His health was delicate 
for years, and, in accordance with the 
custom of the times, he used regularly 
ardent spirits, and then ''a little wine 
for his stomach's sake." He became con- 
vinced that both were injurious, and he 
abandoned them for ever. The result 
was a clearer brain, a stronger stomach, 
invigorated constitution, increased pow- 
er for labor, and generally improved 
health. He said : " I can never cease to 
be grateful that I was led to make this 
experiment ; and I think it highly prob- 
able that if I had not adopted this course 
I should not now be in the land of 
the living." Again : " It would be well 
for the church and the world if our 
present race of young men, especially 
those of our seminaries and colleges, 
could be prevailed upon to enter into 
the spirit and practice of this doctrine. 
How many broken constitutions, how 
how many causes of miserable nervous 
debility, how many degraded characters, 
how many melancholy wrecks of do- 
mestic peace and official usefulness, 
would be spared, if we could make our 
beloved young men believe us when we 
speak thus !" I heard him in Princeton 
lecture to the students, in 1844, on M En- 
ergy," and the importance of throwing 
their whole souls into their subjects. 
Said he : " Gentlemen, some men are like 
a turtle : they will never move till they 
have a coal of fire on their back." 

Rev. David Merrill, 

He was a clergyman in Ohio, where he 
wrote and preached his famous " OX " 
sermon from Exodus xxi. 28, 29 : " If the 
ox gore a man or woman that they die," 
etc. It was a tremendous blow at rum- 
selling. Such a sermon was enough to 
immortalize any man. He died in 1850, 
aged sixty two. 

John T. Norton. 

Once a merchant prince in Albany, 
a partner of E. C. Delavan, Esq., a 
splendid business man. a strong tem- 
perance man. A volume might be 
written concerning him instead of a few 
lines. 

Eliphalet Nott, D.D., LL.D. 

Doctor Nott lived nearly a century. 
He was griftod with rare talents, a man 
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impression on the age and country in 
which he lived. He was President of 
Union College. As an educator of youth 
he had no superior, as an orator he was 
superlative. His <k Ten Lectures on 
Temperance" are unsurpassed. They 
produced a marked effect at the time 
they were delivered, and they did much 
to place the cause of temperance on ele- 
vated, rational, and Scriptural grounds. 

Matthew Newkirk, 

Of Philadelphia, a philanthropist of the 
highest order, one of the pillars of tem- 
perance in Pennsylvania, exceedingly 
active, and for a long time President of 
the State Temperance Society. 

Rev. William W. Ninde 

Was one of the most highly gifted min- 
isters of the Methodist Church in West- 
ern New York. He was eloquent, sur- 
passingly so. His images were beauti- 
ful ; he was a great word-painter. He 
was a firm, unfaltering friend of the 
temperance cause. He early adopted 
the temperance plan, and continued 
through life the practice of total absti- 
nence. He was the first President of 
the Young Men's Washingtonian So 
ciety in Rome, N. Y. His inaugural 
address is said to have been a master- 
piece of fervid eloquence and irrefut- 
able arguments, urging the young men 
to unfaltering efforts in this glorious 
cause. He gave a mighty impetus to 
the temperance reform. But, alas ! at 
the early age of thirty-five he ceased at 
once to work and live. Temperance 
lost an advocate, humanity a friend, the 
church an ornament. 

Hon. George Odiorne 

Was one of the noble temperance men 
of Massachusetts who met to form, 
February 13, 1826, " The American 
Temperance Union." He was the dis- 
tinguished chairman, and was one of the 
executive committee. 

Rev. John Fierpont 

Was a man of genius, possessing fine j 
poetical talents, and he made all sub- i 
servient to temperance. Twice I was i 
honored with making addresses with j 
him, j 

At one time I heard him dwell on the j 
unconstitutionality of the prohibitory 



law. " Yes," said he, " constitutional to 
hoist the gate, unconstitutional to shut 
it down ; constitutional to shove out, 
unconstitutional to haul in." By his 
irony and sarcasm he made the thing 
appear ridiculous 

Reference is made to him in another 
part of this volume. 

Alonzo Potter, D.D., Bishop of 
Pennsylvania. 

The building is still standing in 
Poughkeepsie in which were three ap- 
prentices to the printing business 
who became eminent men and strong 
temperance men. One was Bishop 
Horatio Potter, D.D., the other his 
brother, Alonzo Potter, D.D., the third 
Rev. John Kennedy, D.D., of the 
Methodist Church, very silver-tongued, 
and an able advocate of temperance. 
Who, in looking at those three appren- 
tices, could have conjectured the lefty 
destiny that awaited them. 

Alonzo, no doubt, took some valuable 
lessons from his noble father-in-law, 
Dr. Nott. He made a strong attack 
upon " fashion," as " being the cause of 
nine-tenths of the drinking ; that it is 
not from appetite, but from deference to 
custom or fashion." He made a tre- 
mendous appeal to the " educated, the 
wealthy, the respectable, not to persist 
in sustaining such usages." 

Rev. Nathaniel S. Prime, D.D. 

Mr. Prime was a good preacher, a 
splendid educator, a genial man, pos- 
sessing a very catholic spirit. 

Was one of the earliest heroes of tem- 
perance. In 1812 he preached a very 
able sermon before the Synod of New 
York, which produced a profound sen- 
sation before that body, and they re-; 
quested it for publication. 

At Newburg, New York, there were 
members of his church who were 
brewers, and they brewed on Sabbath. 
Mr. Prime, as a reformer, was as bold 
as Luther, fearless as John Knox, and 
he made war with them, and there was 
a mighty conflict ; for they possessed 
wealth, power, and influence, and the 
struggle was tremendous ; but the old 
hero of a hundred battles came off vic- 
torious. 

In 1 83 1 I received from him my first 
lessons in temperance, and then 1 sign- 
ed the pledge. He is the honored father 
of those noble sons who have made 



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their mark upon the world. I speak of 
Rev. Samuel Irenaeus Prime, the high- 
ly-gifted editor of the New York 
Observer ; of Dr. Edward D. G. Prime, 
who has written his voyage round the 
world, and of Wm. C. Prime (" I Go a- 
Fishing "), of the Journal if Comme7ce. 
I heard some of Samuel Irenaeus' juve- 
nile temperance speeches, and they be- 
spoke the future greatness of the man, 

A Fourth of July oration was de- 
livered in Sing Sing in 1831, by Rev. 
Alexander Watson, who said, " If there 
are any stains on our national escutch- 
eon, I will not notice them." When he 
concluded Dr. Prime said, " There are 
two blots upon our national character : 
one is slavery, the other intemperance." 
He hoped to live till they were botn 
wiped away. 

He then presented a sermon of his to 
each of the audience, entitled " The 
Year of Jubilee, but not to Africans." 
But the one foul blot has been wiped 
away, and the "year of jubilee" has! 
come "to Africans." May the other 
(intemperance) soon be washed away, 
and we hold a national jubilee over 
emancipation from the slavery of alco- 
hol ! 

Anson G, Phelps, Esq. 

He was one of nature's noblemen. 
He possessed great business talent, was 
a man of enlarged ideas, of broad views, 
exceedingly enterprising in business, 
and successful in whatever he under- 
took. But it is not merely as a suc- 
cessful business man he is to be ad- 
mired. He had time to attend to the 
great moral and religious duties of life. 
He was not only a Christian gentleman, 
but he was a prince, having a large 
heart and a noble soul. He did not 
live for himself, but for the good of 
others. His money was consecrated to 
God and his cause. Temperance early 
found in him an admirer and a sup- 
porter. He was for years one of the 
Executive Committee of the National 
Temperance Union. He often presided 
at its anniversaries, and he was an able 
presiding officer. When Father Ma- 
thew was received at the Broadway 
Tabernacle in July, 1849, Mr. Phelps 
escorted the apostle of temperance in 
Ireland into the edifice, and then pre- 
sided on that grand welcome, that 
splendid ovation. 

Well I knew the genial old man, and 
honored every hair he had upon his head. 



I was at his funeral, and saw the high 
estimation in which he was held. His 
noble son-in-law, who made temperance 
addresses in my pulpit over thirty years 
ago, Hon. William E. Dodge, still lives 
to carry on the work, and has the honor 
of being president of the National Tem- 
perance Society. 

Rev. Dr. Pierce. 

This venerable clergyman was most 
active, most untiring in his devotion to 
the temperance reformation. He was 
in age and feebleness extreme, and 
Father Mathew and Deacon Grant call- 
ed on him at his residence near Boston. 
The feeble old man, sitting in his 
arm-chair, said: "This is too much; 
I am happy to see such friends before I 
depart"; and then requested his election 
sermon for 1849 to be brought to him. 
He took his pen, and wrote upon it, 
" For Father Mathew," saying with deep 
emphasis, "This is the last thing I shall 
ever write "; and then with deep feeling 
handed it to Father Mathew, who was 
much affected on receiving it. It was 
one of those touching occasions never to 
be forgotten. A few days after, and the 
old doctor died, aged eighty-six years. 

Benjamin Rush, M.D., 

Is an immortal name in the history o* 
our country. He was one of th e 
signers of the Declaration of Indepen- 
dence. 

He is immortal as the "beloved 
physician," immortal as a pioneer in 
the temperance ranks. His splendid 
talents gave great weight to his declara- 
tions. 

His little work on " The Effects of 
Ardent Spirits upon the Human Body 
and Mind" opened the eyes of multi- 
tudes. 

Lucius Manlius Sargent. 

He was a Bostonian, and held the pen 
of a ready writer. He deserves a con- 
spicuous place in the annals of tempe- 
rance heroes. He accomplished more 
bv his pen than many bv their eloquent 
tongues. His " Tales of Temperance " 
were inimitably beautiful. They will 
be read and admired while mankina are 
capable of appreciating the pathetic, 
the beautiful. How many an eye has 
wept as it has read " My Mother's 
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Joe! D. Strattan 

Should never be forgotten. He was the 
man who laid his hand so kindly upon 
the shoulder of John B. Gough and 
induced him to sign the pledge. Gough 
was not only rescued, but think of the 
thousands he has rescued. Mr. Gough 
visited him as he was about to die, and 
kissed his pale face, and said, " God 
bless you, Strattan !" He died in No- 
vember, i860. John B. Gough shows 
his gratitude by giving three hundred 
dollars a year to support his widow. 

William R. Stacy- 
Is a name immortal in the annals of 
temperance. He was born in Boston ! 
in 1800. The early part of his life he 
spent as a soldier. Then he fell into 
the habit of social drinking. In 1841 
Mr. Stacy was among the first to identi 
fy himself with the Washingtonians and 
to sign the pledge, that " second declara- 
tion of independence." He went into 
it with a hearty good-will. His tongue, 
his purse, his counsel, his prayers, his 
aid in every possible way, were given. 
He saved many a man in Boston from a 
drunkard's grave. In 1843 through him 
the order of the Sons of Temperance 
was introduced in Massachusetts. He 
occupied the highest offices in subordi- 
nate divisions, and then he was elected 
Grand Worthy Patriarch for Massachu- 
setts. In 1846 he was the means of or- 
ganizing a Temple of Honor in Mas- 
sachusetts, and he enjoyed the highest 
honors of the order He was Worthy 
Patron of the Cadets of Temperance. 
He has a noble record. He died in 
Boston, November 14, 1874. 



Colonel E. L. Snow 

Was a genuine temperance man, one of 
the early " Washingtonians," one of the 
original founders of the " Sons of Tem- 
perance," publisher of " The Organ," 
a very popular temperance paper, after- 
wards ably conducted by John W. 
Oliver and his brother, Isaac J. 

He was elected to the legislature, and 
did good work there. He was pop- 
ular as a lecturer, and founded "The 
E. L. Snow Social Union," an order 
that is still continued. 



Society. He was one of the early 
temperance men of the old school 
who did good, both by precept and ex- 
ample. Our country has produced but 
few purer men than John Cotton Smith. 
In 1833 he wrote, " I am decidedly of 
opinion that all laws for licensing and 
regulating the sale of ardent spirits 
ought to be instantly repealed, because, 
if intended as a source of revenue, they 
are manifestly immoral, and I believe 
that by legalizing the traffic we do ac- 
tually increase the sale and the con- 
sumption." 

Dr. Thomas Sewall. 



Hon. John Cotton Smith 

Was formerly Governor of Connecti- i 
cut, and resided in Sharon. He was | 
also president of the American Bible 



He was a very popular physician at 
Washington, long an honored member 
of the Methodist Church, and a firm and 
unflinching champion of temperance. 
We have noticed him in regard to the 
I " Plates " he procured of the drunkard's 
i stomach, which greatly advanced the 
I cause of temperance. He was a man of 
I powerful and extensive influence, a 
splendid talker, and an elegant writer. 
In 1830 he thus wrote : iU While we are 
convinced that there is no case in which 
ardent spirit is indispensable, and for 
which there is not an adequate substitute, 
we are equally assured that so long as 
there is an exception allowed, and men 
are permitted to use it as a medicine, so 
long we shall have invalids and drunk- 
ards among us. Only let our profes- 
sion take a decided stand on this point, 
and intemperance will soon vanish from 
our country." He delivered at Wash- 
ington a very able address, " On the 
Effects of Intemperance on the Intel- 
lectual, Moral, and Physical Powers." 
It was an address of beauty, eloquence, 
and power — a wonderful appeal, that 
went over the country like electricity. 
He ha?d a son, Rev. Thomas Sewall, 
D.D., who was a splendid preacher and 
an eloquent advocate of the temperance 
cause. In the spring of 1862, I stood by 
the grave of the father in a cemetery in 
Washington, and copied an epitaph 
from his monument ; and I thought 
what a loss to the nation and the world 
was the death of one so gifted, so philan- 
thropic. 

Gerrit Smithy Esq. 

This is a name well known to Amer- 
icans, interwoven into the history of the 
country. For benevolence he is as 
well known as Howard, as a philan- 



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thropist as well known as Wilberforce. 
As a lover of his race and a hater of 
slavery, he is as well known as Clark- 
son. As a temperance man he is known 

u To every wind that blows 
And every star that twinkles.' 

He had a liberal education, and inherited 
a fortune, which he distributed with a 
beneficent hand. Noble service he did 
in early days to the cause of temperance. 
Very early he went against vending 
ardent spirits, and contended that " those 
who have the profit of making our 
drunkards should be burdened with 
the support of them." As early as 1833 
he said, " If the traffic in ardent spirits 
is immoral, then of necessity are the 
laws which authorize the traffic immoral. 
And if the laws are immoral, then we 
must be immoral if we do not protest 
against them." In 1833 he gave a 
description of thirty-eight drunkards 
around and in the village of Peterboro, 
of the reclaiming of some and the con- 
version of others. It surpasses fiction. 
Mr. Smith changed his mind in regard 
to prohibitory laws, as the following 
shows : " You would know how I would 
get the dramshop shut up. I answer 
that I would have government class the 
dramseller with high criminals, and 
punish him accordingly. This would 
be my way to shut up the dramshop, 
and it could not fail to be effectual. In 
my letter entitled ' No Legislating for 
Temperance' I say: 'The first duty 
of government is to strike out and ex- 
tirpate the dramshop ; and it is to do 
this, not at all as a temperance mea- 
sure, not at all to please the temperance 
reformers, but simply because govern- 
ment is instituted to protect person and 
property." 

Mr. Smith died suddenly in New 
York in the autumn of 1874. 

Rev. Moses Stuart, B.D,, 

Was another of the immortal men, and 
an able advocate of temperance. He 
was a profound scholar, an untiring 
student, an able educator. He wrote 
largely on " The Wine Question." In 
1831 some large-hearted man offered 
a premium of two hundred and fifty 
dollars for the best essay on this sub- 
ject : " Is it consistent with a profession 
of the Christian religion to use as an 
article of luxury or living distilled 
liquors, or to traffic in them ? And is it 
consistent with duty for the churches of 



Christ to admit as members those who 
continue to do this ?" Nearly fifty manu- 
scripts were presented from various 
States, and the premium was awarded 
to Dr. Moses Stuart as being the ablest 
of them all. 

Rev. Thomas F, Stockton, D.D,, 

Was a tall, slim, pale-looking man, but 
superlatively eloquent. He was several 
times chaplain to Congress, where he 
preached to crowds of admiring auditors. 
His temperance addresses sparkled 
with beauty, and made deep and lasting 
impressions. He was the eloquent di- 
vine, the popular chaplain, the able ad- 
vocate of temperance, the genial man, 
the pure patriot, the genuine saint. 

Alvan Stewart, Esq., 

Of Utica, has long had a name in the an- 
nils of temperance as one of its heroes. 
In 1837 he said : " Had any one, when 
this temperance reform commenced in 
our school-houses and small villages, 
and when it was the subject of sneer, 
ridicule, and contempt, laughed at as a 
narrow, cold-water concern, predicted 
that the time would come when it would 
attract the regard of foreign nations 
and foreign governments, and be viewed 
by the wise and noble as essential to 
the great interests of mankind, he would 
have been scouted at as the wildest of 
enthusiasts and fanatics ! " Were truer 
words ever uttered ? 

William 3. Tappan, Esq. 

Mr. Tappen was a very pure spirit, a 
poet of rare beauty who consecrated 
his powers to temperance. He wrote 
" Rescue the Youth," and a poem on the 
" Progress of Temperance." Mr. Tap- 
pan wrote a song on the second anniver- 
sary of John B. Gough's signing the 
pledge. With this Mr. Gough con- 
cludes his " Autobiography." He wrote 
the song of " John Hawkins and his 
Comrade." This sweet poet of our 
temperance Israel died suddenly of 
cholera, near Boston, in June, 1849. 

John Tappan, Esq., 

Was a distinguished layman of Boston, 
who devoted his time and talents for 
years to the promotion of the cause. 
He was one of the immortal founders 
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Edward T. Taylor 

Was the far-famed sailor preacher of 
Boston, whose name is known through- 
out the world wherever our vessels sail 
and our flag waves. He was emphati- 
cally the sailor's friend. He was ori- 
ginal, quaint, bright, sparkling, keen 
as a brier, sharp as a razor, the enemy 
of rum —the bold advocate of all he be- 
lieved to be right. At times he was 
ironical, and then again terribly sarcas- 
tic. He was making a speech in Charles- 
town. " You can't stop the liquor traffic I" 
said he ; " your patriotic fathers could 
make a cup of tea for his Britannic Ma 
jesty out of a whole cargo, and you can't 
cork up a gin-jug ! Ha ! " 

This grand old champion of tempe- 
rance died in Boston, 6th of April, 1871. 

Elisha Taylor, Esq. 

He was from Schenectady, and early 
enlisted under the temperance banner, 
and bravely and long he fought its 
battles. He was long an officer in the 
Stat* Temperance Society of New York, 
and was not only a diligent worker, but 
an eloquent speaker. He devoted his 
time ar.d talents to advance the interests 
of temperance. 

He says : " Verily I am a brand plucked 
out of the burning ! We all began to 
drink temperately, and not one designed 
to be a drunkard. What esolations 
for time and eternity^ have been induced 
by temperate drinking ! I can truly 
say that total abstinence from all that 
can intoxicate is not only safe, but com- 
fortable " For several years he spent 
the fourth of his time as a voluntary 
agent to promote the cause of tempe- j 
ranee. 

Alvin H. Turner 

Was Grand Worthy Patriarch of the 
Sons of Temperance in New York. \ 
He was a man highly esteemed for his j 
many virtues. " Love, Purity, and j 
Fidelity," with him were not idle words, | 
but full of meaning. He was highly 
esteemed by his brethren, and died 
with the harness on, in 1866. 

Rev. Allen T. Thompson. 

He was born in Hillsboro, Ohio, in 
1838, liberally educated, and was one of 
the most successful clergymen and pop- I 
u lar orators in Ohio. He entered the; 
w ork of one of the Western commis- 



sions, and his severe labors in the field 
induced the vice of drinking, and he 
soon became a confirmed inebriate. He 
afterward reformed, and entered the field 
as a temperance lecturer. His repealed 
struggles with the demon of drink, and 
his repeated failures, are known to lut 
few of his intimate friends. His last 
and successful attempt at refoimaticn 
was under the kind but judicicus ard 
effective treatment of Albert Day, Su- 
perintendent of the Inebriate Asylum at 
Binghamton, where he was for seveial 
months, and his subsequent life testi- 
fied that the confidence reposed in him 
by his friends was not misplaced. He 
died a sober, Christian man. His won- 
derful eloquence, together with his in- 
timate and personal knowledge of the 
terrible power of strong drink, made 
him one of the most effective and pop- 
ular temperance lecturers of ire day. 
He threw his whole energies into his 
labors, and died of overwork. He had 
engagements for nearly two mcnihs in 
advance, and his services were sought 
by all who knew his abilities. 

He was a man of superior scholarship 
and of brilliant talents, richly endowed 
with the gift of eloquence. Cn the 
platform and in the pulpit he was re- 
cognized as an orator of transcendent 
powers. Mr. Thompson delivered an 
eloquent 4th of July oration at Bing- 
hamton, which was his last effort, but 
it was splendid. The eloquent orator's 
voice was silenced by death 17th of 
July, 1868. 

Hon. Allen Trimble 

Was Governor of Ohio, and one of the 
first to identify himself with the tem- 
perance cause in the West. A popular 
governor, all his influence was thrown 
in favor of a cause that angels applaud 
and the Prince of Peace approves. No 4 
wonder his children have been exalted 
to honor, one of his sons being made a 
member of Congress, and another him- 
self a splendid temperance man — Rev. 
Joseph M. Trimble, D.D., of Ohio. 

John Todd, D.D. 3 of Pittsfield. 

He was author of " Student's Man- 
ual," a work that has benefited many 
a young man. He wrote many other 
excellent things. But as a temperance 
worker and advocate we wish to enroll 
his name to be read by succeeding 
generations. 



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TEMPERANCE CYCLOPAEDIA, 



Frederick A. Van Dyke, M.D. 

Dr. Van Dyke was one of the noble 
temperance men of Philadelphia. He 
was a philanthropist and a Christian, and 
one of the most prominent pillars in the 
Temple of Honor. He was a man of 
wealth and extensive influence. He 
died very suddenly, November 18, 1867, 
aged seventy-eight years. 

Hon, Stephen Van Rensselaer, 

He was a very distinguished philan- 
thropist,, abounding in wealth which he 
distributed with a munificent hand. He 
was greatly devoted to temperance. In 
May, 1833, ne was elected President of 
the National Temperance Union. He 
paid the expenses of printing the re- 
port of the first national convention, in 
number one hundred thousand copies. 

Robert Vaux 

Was a distinguished temperance man 
of Pennsylvania. 

John O. Warren, M.D., 

Was early and long identified with tem- 
perance in Boston. In 1836 he stated 
in an address at the State House " that 
no surgeon having an operation to per- 
form could safely take one glass of wine, 
for it would disturb his judgment in a 
greater or less degree." His extensive 
influence and splendid talents were long 
employed to advance the cause. 

Philip S. White, Esq. 

He was an extraordinary man, pos- 
sessing rare talents for speaking and 
writing. He was the first Son of Tem- 
perance I ever heard ; it was in Tren- 
ton, in 1844, when the order was in its 
infancy. He rose to great eminence in 
the order, reaching its loftiest position 
and enjoying its highest honors. He 
was a Philadelphian, and yet was known 
all over the land by his able lectures. 
When I heard him, he said : " My bishop 
put up at the house of a reformed man, 
and as there was some communion wine 
left, the bishop desired some to drink. 
After he was gone, the man of the 
house desired some ; his wife expostu- 
lated with him. He said it did the bishop 
good, and it would do him good. He 
drank. He soon wanted more. His old 
appetite returned. He woke up a giant 
he could not control. He became from 
that hour a confirmed drunkard, a ruin- 
ed man — all from the example of the 



bishop." Said he, " Ladies and gentle- 
men, what ought to be done with such 
a bishop ? I do not know what you 
think, but I think he ought to be hung 
up by the heels and nibbled to death by 
ducks." He died in 1866. 

Abraham D. Wilson, M.D. 

Dr. Wilson's name will long be re- 
vered as the founder of the noble order 
called " Temple of Honor." He was a 
noble man. The temperance cause was 
enshrined in his heart's core, and it was 
his highest ambition to promote it. He 
was born in New York City, where he 
spent his life, well known, beloved, and 
honored, and died January 20, 1864, 
aged sixty-three years. 

Hon. Reuben H. Walworth, Chan- 
cellor. 

Never shall I forget the genial face of 
Chancellor Walworth. He was a rare 
man, combining inhimself many sterling 
qualities ; an impartial judge ; as pure a 
temperance man as ever lived ; for many 
years President of the American Tempe- 
rance Union. 

His history is part of the history of 
the State, and so it is with the tempe- 
rance cause. He said/' It is of the utmost 
importance to the temporal and eternal 
interests of our citizens that a stop shall 
be put to the sale of ardent spirits as 
speedily as possible. Convince the men 
who make shrines for the goddess 
Diana that they are partakers of the 
guilt of those who worship the idol, and 
most of them will abandon the unhal- 
lowed pursuit." 

Rev. Francis Wayland, D.D., Presi- 
dent of Brown University, 

Was one of the original men who formed 
the American Temperance Society. He 
was a magnificent man, one of the strong 
pillars of the Baptist Church. He wield- 
ed a pen of fire. 

Hon, William Wirt. 

Few names shine with more brilliancy 
than that of William Wirt. He was an 
able lawyer, a beautiful writer, and a 
man of surpassing eloquence. He early 
identified himself with temperance, and 
in 1832 he described the horrors of in- 
temperance and its causes in graphic 
language. Then he speaks of when the 
"living fountains of poison in our coun- 
try shall be sealed." He concludes, 



TEMPERANCE CYCLOPAEDIA. 



MS 



H The progress already made by our 
temperance societies in advancing the 
golden age proves them to be of divine 
origin. May the Almighty down the 
work with speedy and full success." To 
such a prayer would not every patriot, 
philanthropist, and Christian sav, 
"Amen." 

Cyrus Yale, 

Of Connecticut, was a true temperance 
man, and one of the Vice-Presidents of 
the first National Temperance Society 
in 1833, 



These heroes of temperance are all 
dead. They have slept their last sleep, 
and will never awaken to glory again. 
It was a beautiful sentiment of Charles 
Wesley, " God buries his workmen, but 
carries on his work." So it is with tem- 
perance : the workmen are buried, but the 
work goes on ; and as sure as the sun is 
in the heavens, as sure as God reigns, 
it will finally triumph, and the angel of 
temperance will stretch her wings from 
the eastern horizon to the western ocean, 
and a world redeemed from the curse of 
rum shall rejoice in their shadow. 



PUBLICATIONS 

OF THE 

Rational If emperancc gociety 

And Publication House. 

'T'HE National Temperance Society, organized in 1866 for the purpose 
of supplying a sound and able Temperance literature, have already 
stereotyped and published three hundred and fifty publications ot 
all sorts and sizes, from the one-page tract up to the bound volume of 500 
pages. This list comprises books, tracts, and pamphlets, containing 
essays, stories, sermons, arguments, statistics, history, etc., upon every 
phase of the question. Special attention has been given to the department 

For Sunday- School Libraries. 

Over sixty volumes have already been issued, written by some of the best 
authors in the land. These have been carefully examined an 1 unani- 
mously approved by the Publication Committee of the Society, represent- 
ing the various religious denominations and Temperance organizations of 
the country, which consists of the following members : 

PETER CARTER, Rev. J. B. DUNN, 

Rev. W. M TAYLOR, Rev. A. G. LAWSON, 

A. A. ROBBINS, Rev. ALFRED TAYLOR, 

REV. HALSEY MOORE R. R. SINCLAIR, 

T. A. BROUWER, Rev. C. D. FOSS, 

J. N. STEARNS, JAMES BLACK, 

Rev. WILLIAM HOWELL TAYLOR. 
These volumes have been cordially commended by leading clergymen 
of all denominations, and by various national and State bodies, all over 
the land. 

The following is the list, which can be procured through the regular 
Sunday-School trade, or by sending direct to the rooms of the Society : 

Rev. Dr. Willoughby and his Wine. i2mo, 458 pages. By Mrs. Mary 
Spring Walker, author of " The Family Doctor," etc, . . . $1 50 

This tiirillingly interestif hook depicts in a vivid manner the terrible influence exerted by 
those who stand as the servants or" God, and who sanction the social custom of wine-drinking 
It is fair and faithful to tlie truth. It is not a bitter tirade against the church or the ministry 
On the contrary, it plainly and earnestly acknowledges that the ministry is the friend of morality, 
and the great bulwark of practical virtue. 

At Lion's Mouth. 121110, 410 pp. By Miss Mary Dwinell CHELLis,author 
of "Temperance Doctor," "Out of the Fire," "Aunt Dinah's 
Pledge," etc., $1 25 

This is one of the best books ever issued, -written in a simple yet thrilling and interest 
Ing style. It speaks boldly for the entire suppression of the liquor traffic, depicting vividly 1>* 
misery and wronsrs resulting from it. The Christian tone is most excellent, showing the necesi 
sity of God's grace in the heart to overcome temptation and the power of appetite, and the 
Hjftuence which one zealous Christian cau exert upon his companions and the community. 



The National Temperance Society ' s Books. 



Aunt Dinah's Pledge. i2mo, 318 
pages. By Miss Mary Dwinell 
Chellis, author of ll Temperance 
Doctor," " Out of the Fire." 
etc., $1 25 

Aunt Dinah was an eminent Christian wo- 
man Her pledge included swearing and smok- 
ing, as well as drinking. It saved her boys, 
who lived useful lives, and died happy ; and 
by quiet, yet loving ami persistent work, names 
of many others were added who seemed almost 
beyond hope of salvation. 

The Temperance Doctor. 121110, 370 
pages. By Miss Mary Dwinell 
Chellis, $1 25 

This is a true story, replete with interest, 
and adapted to Sunday-school and family read- 
ing [n it we have graphically depicted the 
sad ravages that are caused by the use ol intox- 
icating beverages ; also, the blessings of Tem- 
perance, and what may be accomplished by one 
earnest soul for that reform. It ought to find 
reader* in every household. 

Out of the Fire. 121110, 420 pages. 

By Miss Mary Dwinell Chellis, 

author of " Deacon Sim's Pray- 

• ers," etc., $1 25 

It is one oi the most effective and impressive 
Temperance books ever published The evils 
0; the drinking customs of society, and the 
blessings of sobriety and total abstinence, are 
strikingly developed in the history ot various 
families in the community. 

History of a Threepenny Bit. i8mo, 
216 pages, $0 75 

This is a thrilling story, beautifully illus- 
trated with five choice wood engravings The 
Btory of little Peggy, the drunkard's daughter, 
is told in such a simple yet interesting manner 
that no one can read it without realizing more 
than ever before the nature and extent of in- 
temperance, and sympathizing more than ever 
wiih the patient, suffering victim. It should 
be in every Sunday-school library. 

Adopted. i8mo, 236 pages. By 
Mrs. E. J. Richmond, author of 
" The McAllisters,". . . . $0 60 

This book is written iu an easy, pleasant 
yle, seems to be true to nature, true to itself, 
and withal is full of the Gospel and Temper- 
ance 

The Red Bridge. i8mo, 321 pages. 
By Thrace Talman, . .$0 90 

We have met with few Temperance stories 
rontainin~ so many evidences of decided ability 
iud high literary excellence as this. 



The Old Brown Pitcher. 12m*. 
222 pages. By the Author ot 
"Susie's Six Birthdays," "The 
Flower of the Family," etc., $1 00 

Beauti.ully illustrated. This admirable vol- 
ume for boys and girls, containing original 
stories by some of the most gifted writers for 
the young, will be eagerly welcomed by the 
children. It is adapte alike lor the family 
circle and the Sabbath-school library. 

Our Parish. i8mo, 252 pages. By 
Mrs. Emily Pearson, . . $0 75 

The manifold evils resulting from tue " still " 
to the owner's family, as well as to the families 
of his customers, are truthfully presented. The 
characters introduced, such as are found in 
almost every good-sized village, are well por- 
trayed. We can unhesitatingly commend it, 
and bespeak for it a wide circulation. 

The Hard Master. i8mo, 278 pages 
By Mrs. J. E. McConaughy, au- 
thor of " One Hundred Gold Dol- 
lars," and other popular Sunday- 
School books, $0 H5 

This interesting narrative of the temptations, 
trials, hardships, and fortunes of poor orphan 
boy illustrates in a most striking manner the 
value of " right principles," especially of 
honesty truthfulness, and Temperance. 



Echo Bank. 

Ervie. . 



i8mo, 2( 



Pa ^ S $0 8l 



This is a well-written and deeply interesting 
narrative, in which is clearly shown the suffer- 
ing and sorrow that too often follow and the 
dangers that attend boys and young men at 
school and at college, who suppose they can 
easily take a glass or two occasionally, with- 
out fear of ever being aught more than a mode- 
rate drinker. 

Rachel Noble's Experience. i8mo, 
•32=; pages. By Bruce Edwards. 
J $0 90 

This is a story of thrilling interest, ably and 
eloquently tol^ id is an excellent book lor 
Sunday-school libraries. It is just the book for 
the home circle, and cannot be read without 
benefiting the reader and advancing the cause 
of Temperance 

Gertie's Sacrifice; or Glimpses at 
Two Lives. i8mo, 189 pages, by 
Mrs F. D. Gage, . . . $0 50 

A story of great interest and power, giving i 
" glimpse at two lives," and showing how 
Gertie sacrificed herself as a victim of faihion. 
custom, and law. 






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Eya's Engagement Ring, iamo, 189 
pages. By Margaret E. Wil- 
mer, author of tv The Little Girl 
in Black," $0 90 

la this interesting volume is traced the career 
of the moderate drinker, who takes a glass in 
the name of friendship or courtesy. 

Packington Parish, and The Diver's 
Daughter. 121110, 327 pages. By- 
Miss M. A. Paull, . . . $1 25 

In this volume we see the ravages which 
the liquor traffic caused when introduced in a 
hitherto quiet village, and how a minister's eyes 
were at length opened to its evils, though he 
had always declared wine to be a " good 
creature of God," meant to be used in modera 
tiou. 

Old Times. 121110. By Miss M. D. 
Chellis, author of kw The Tem- 
perance Doctor," "Out of the 
Fire," " Aunt Dinah's Pledge," 
"At Lion's Mouth," etc., . $1 25 

It discusses the whole subject of moderate 
drinking in the history of a New England vil- 
lage. The incidents, various and amusing, are 
all facts, and the characters nearly all drawn 
from real life. The five deacons which figure 
so conspicuously actually lived and acted as re- 
presented. 

John Bentley's Mistake. i8mo, 

177 pages. By Mrs. M. A. Holt, 
$0 50 

It takes an important place among our tem- 
perance books, taking an earnest, bold stand 
against the use of cider as a beverage, proving 
that it is often the first step toward stronger 
drinks, forming an appetite for the more fiery 
liquids which cannot easily be quenched. 

Nothing to Drink. i2mo, 400 
pages. By Mrs. J. McNair 
Wright, author of "The Best 
Fellow in the World." " Jug-or- 
Not," " How Could He Escape ?" 
etc., $1 50 

The story is of light-house keeper and 
thrilling adventures at sea, being nautical, 
scientific, and partly statistical, written in a 
charming, thrilling, and convincing manner. 
It goes out of the ordinary line entirely, most 
of the characters being portraits, its scenery 
all from absolute facts, every scientific and 
natural-history statement a verity, the sea in- 
cidents from actual experience from marine 
iisasters for the last ten years. 

Nettie Loring. wmo, 352 pages. 
By Mrs. Geo. S. Downs, $1 25 

It graphically describes the doings of sev- 
eral young ladies w:.o resolved to use their 
influence on the side of temperance and banish 
wine from their entertainments, the scorn they 
excited, and the good results which followed. 



The Fire Fighters, wmo, 294 pages. 
By Mrs. J E. McConaughy, au- 
thor of " The Hard Master," 

$1 25 

An admirable story, showing hov. r a number 
of young lads banded themselves into a society 
to fight against Alcohol, and the good they did 
in the community. 

The Jewelled Serpent. i2mo, 271 
pages. By Mrs. E. J. Richmond, 
author of 1 " Adopted," "The Mc- 
Allisters," etc.,. . . . . $1 00 

The story i - written earnestly. The charac- 
ters are well delineated, and taken from the 
wealthy and fashionable portion of a luge city. 
The evils which flow 1roin fashionable drink- 
ing are well portrayed, and also the danger 
arising from the use of intoxicants when used as 
medicine, forming an appetite which lastrris 
itself with a deadly hold upon its victim. 

The Hole in the Bag, and Other 
Stories. By Mrs. J. P. Ballard. 
author of " The Broken Rock/ 
'• Lift a Little," etc. 12010, $1 00 

A collection of well-written -stories by this 
most popular author on the subject of temper- 
ance, inculcating many valuable lessons in the 
minds of its readers. 

The Glass Cable. i2mo, 288 pages. 
By Margaret E. Wilmer, au- 
thor of "The Little Gi.l in 
Black." "Eva's Engagement 
Ring," etc., $1 25 

The style of this book is good, the characters 
well selected, and its temperance and religious 
truths most excellent. The moral of the story 
shows those who sneer at a child's pledge, 
comparing its strength to a glass cable, that it 
is in many cases strong enough to brave the 
storms and temptations of a whole lifetime. 



Fred's Hard 

pages. By 



Fight. i2mo, 334 
Miss Marion How- 
$1 25 



While it shows the trials which a young lad 
endured through the temptations and entice- 
ments offered him by those opposedto his firm 
temperance and religious principles, and 
warns the reader against the use of every kind 
of alcoholic stimulant, it points also to Jesus, 
the onlv true source of strength, urging all to 
accept the promises of strength and' salvation 
offered to every one who will seek it. 

The Dumb Traitor. 12010, 336 pp. 
By Margaret E. Wilmer, $1 "^5 

Intensely interesting - , showing how the 
prospects of a well-to-do New England family 
were blighted through the introduction of a 
box of wine, given in f iendship, used as- me- 
dicine, but proving a dumb traitor in the *nd. 



The National Temperance Society s Books. 



Hopedale Tavern, and What it 
Wrought. i2mo, 252 pages. By 
J. William Van Namee, . $1 00 

It shows the sad results which followed the 
Introduction of a Tavern and Bar in a beauti- 
ful and quiet country town, whose inhabitants 
had hitherto lived in peace and enjoyment 
The contrast is too plainly presented to fail to 
produce an impression on the reader, making 
all more desirous to abolish the sale of all in- 
toxicants 

Boy's Search; or, Lost in the Cars. 

121110, 364 pages. By Helen C. 
Pearson, $1 25 

This new Temperance book is one of the 
most interesting ever published — written in a 
fresh, sparkling style, especially adapted to 
please the boys, and contains so much that 
vill benefit as well as amuse and interest that 
ve wish all the boys in the land might read it. 

How Could He Escape? i2mo, 324 

Wges. By Mrs. J. NcNair 
right, author of "Jug-Or- 
Not." Illustrated with ten en- 
gravings, designed by the au- 
thor, $1 25 

This is a true tale, and one of the writer's 
best productions. It shows the terrible effects 
of even one glass of intoxicating liquor upon 
the system of one unable to resist its influences, 
and the necessity of grace in the heart to resist 
temptation and overcome the appetite for strong 
drink. 

The Best Fellow in the World. 

i2mo, 352 pages. By Mrs. J. 
McNair Wright, autnor of " Jug- 
Or-Not," " How Could He Es- 
cape?" u Priest and Nun," $1 • : 

"Ttie Best Fellow," whose course is here 
portrayed, is one of a very large class who are 
let! astray and ruiue I simply" because they are 
such '* good fellows " To all such the volume 
speaks iii thrilling tones of warning, shows the 
inev.table consequences of hadulgng in strong 
drink, and the necessity of divine grace in the 
heart to interpose and save trom ruin. 

Frank Spencer's Kuie of Life. 

i8mo, 180 pages. By John YV 
Kirton, author of u Buy Your 
Own Cherries," " Four Pillars of 
Temperance," etc., etc., . $0 50 

This is written in the author's best style, 
liaking an interesting and attractive story lor 
eliildren. 

Work and Reward. iSmo, 183 pp. 
Bv Mr*. M. A. Holt, . $0 50 

It shows that not the smallest effort t> do 
good is lost sight of by the all-knowing Father, 
and that faith and prayer must accocirjauy all 
temperance effiw'v 



The Pitcher of Cool Water. i8mo, 
180 pages. By T. S. Arthur, 
author of 1 " Tom Blinn's Temper- 
ance Society," kk Ten Nights in a 
Bar-room," etc., . . . . $0 50 

This little book consists of a series of Tern 
perance stories, handsomely illustrated, written 
in Mr. Arthur's best style, and is altogether 
one of the best books which can be placed in 
the hands of children. Every Sunday-school 
library should possess it. 

Little Girl in Black. i2mo, 212 
pages. By Margaret E. Wil- 

MER, $0 90 

Her strong faith in God, who she believes 
will reclaim an erring father, is a lesson to the 
reader, old as well as young. . 

Temperance Anecdotes. i2mo, 288 
pages, $1 00 

This new book of Temperance Anecdotes, 
edited by George W. Bungay, contains near- 
ly four hundred Anecdotes, Witticism*, Jokes, 
Conundrums, etc , original and selected, and 
will meet a want long felt and often expressed 
by a very large number of the numerous friends 
oi the cause in the land. The book is hand- 
somely illustrated with twelve choice wood 
engravings. 

The Temperance Speaker. By J. 
N. Stearns, $0 75 

The book contains 288 pages of Declamations 
and Dialogues suitable tor Sunday and Day- 
Schools, Bands of Hope, and Temperance Or- 
ganizations. It consists 01 choice selections 
of prose and poetry, both new and old, l rom 
the Temperance orators and writers of the 
country, many of which have been written ex- 
pressly for this work. 



The McAllisters. i8mo, 211 pages. 
By Mrs. E. J. Richmond, . $0 50 

It shows the ruin brought on a tamily by the 
father's intemperate habits, and the strong 
faith and trust of the wife in that Friend above 
who alone gives strength to bear our earthly 

trials. 

The Seymours. i2mo, 231 pages. 
By Miss L Bates, . . . $1 00 

A simple story, showing how a refined and 
cultivated family are brought low through the 
drinking habits o the father, their joy and sor- 
row as he reforms only to fall again, and his 
final happy rele.tse in ;t distant city 

Zoa Hodman. i2ino. 262 pnges 
By Mrs. h. J. Richmond $1 00 
Adapted more especially to young girls' 

reading, showing the influence they wield in 

society, and their responsibility for much of 

its drinking usages. 



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Time will Tell, nmo, 307 pages. 
By Mrs. Wilson, . . . . $1 00 

A Temperance tale of thrilling interest and 
unexceptionable moral and religious tone. It 
is full of incidents and characters of everyday 
life, while its lessons are plainly and forcibly 
set before the reader. The pernicious results 
of the drinking usages in the family and social 
circle are plainly set forth. 

Philip Eckert's Struggles and 
Triumphs. i8mo, 216 pages. By 
the author of " Margaret Clair/' 

$0 60 

This interesting narrative of a noble, manly 
boy« in an intemperate liome, fighting with the 
wrong and battling for the right, should be 
read by every child it i it? land. 

Jug-Or-Not. 121110, 346 pages. By 
Mrs. J. McNaik VV right, author 
of "John and the Demijohn," 
"Almost a iSun," "Priest and 
^un,"etc, . . . . . . $1 25 

Itisoneof her best books, and treats 01 the 
physical and hereditary effects of drinking in a 
clear, plain, and familiar style, adapted to 
popular reading, an t which should be read by 
all classes in the community, and find a place 
in every Sunday-school library. 

The Broken Rock. i8mo, 139 pages. 
By Kruna, author of kw Lift a 
Little," etc., $0 50 

It oeauti.ully illustrates the silent and holy 
influence of a meek and lowly spirit upon the 
heartless rumseller until the rocky heart was 
broken. 

Andrew Douglass. i8mo, 232 pages, 

$0 75 

A new Temperance story for Sunday-schools, 
written in a lively, energetic, and popular 
Style, adapted to the Sabbath-school and the 
family circle. 

Vow at the Bars. i8mo, 108 pages. 

$0 40 

It contains four short tales, illustrating four 
important principles connected wth the Tem- 
perance movement, and is well adapted for the 
family circle and Sabbath-school libraries. 



\. 332 
$1 25 



Job Tufton's Rest. 3 
pages, 

A story of life's struggles, written bv the 
gifted author, Clara Lucas Balfour, depict- 
ing most skilfully and truthfully many a life- 
struggle with the demon of intemperance 

Humpy Dumpy. 121110, 316 pp. Bv 
.Rev:}. J. Dana, . . . $1 25 | 

In thi* book, a comer grocery it the source 
of much evil, and a mission-school, by its 
Christian teaching i, the mean* of rescuing 
from th« downward patb. 



Frank Ifldfleld ; or, Lost and Founrt. 

i2mo, 408 pages, . . . . $1 50 

This excellent story received the prize ol 
<£100 in England, out of eighty-three manu- 
scripts submitted; and by an arrangement 
with the publishers we publish it in this coun- 
try Avith all the original illustrations. It is 
admirably adapted to Sunday-school libraries. 

Tom Blum's Temperance Society, 
and other Stories. i 2 mo, 316 
pages, $1 25 

This is the title of a new book written by 
T. fc>. Arthur, the well-known author of " Ten 
Nights in a Bar-room," and whose fame as an 
author should bespeak for it a wide circulation. 
It is written in Mr. Arthur's best style, com 
posed of a series o tales adapted to every family 
and library in the land. 

The Harker Family. i2mo, 336 

pages. By Emily Thompson, 

$1 25 

A simple, spirited, and interesting narrative, 
written in a style especially attractive, depict- 
ing the evils that arise from intemperance, and 
the blessings that followed the earnest efforts 
of those who sought to win others to the paths 
ot total abstinence. Illustrated with thr«- en- 
gravings. The book will please all. 

Come Home, Mother. i8mo, 143 

pages. By Nelsie Brook. Il- 
lustrated with six choice engrav- 
ings, $0 50 

A most effective and interesting book, de- 
scribing the downward course of the motuer, 
and giving an account of the sad scenes, but ef- 
fectual endeavors, of the little one in bringing 
her mother back to friends, and leading her to 
God. It should be read by everybody. 

Tim's Troubles. i2mo, 350 pages. 
By Miss M. A. Paull, . . $1 50 

This is the second Prize Book of the United 
Kingdom Band of Hope Union, reprinted in thi* 
country with all the original illustrations. It 
it the companion of" Frank Oldfield." written 
in a high tone, and will be found a valuable 
addition to our Temperance literature. 

The Drinking Fountain Stories. 

i2mo, 192 pages, . . . . $1 00 

This book of illustrated stories for children 
contains articles from some of the best writeu 
for children in America, and is beautifully il- 
lustrated with forty choice wood engravings. 

The White Rose. By Mary J. Bedg 
es. i6rno, 320 pages, . . $1 ao 

The gift of a simple white rose was the meant 
of leading those who cared for it to the Saviour 
How it was done is very pleasantly told, «r«? 

iso thp wrongs resulting in the use of ttmrr 

r'nk t'oniblv shovrn. 



The National Temperance Society's Books. 



Esther Maxwell's Mistake. i8mo, 
236 pages. By Mrs. E. N. Jan- 
vier, author of u Andrew Doug- 
lass," $1 00 

This book is full of Gospel truth, and writ- 
ten in a simple but earnest style, showing {he 
utter absurdity of endeavoring to iorjiet trou- 
ble b\ the use of strong di ink. which Esther, 
like many others, found soon formed habits not 
easily broken. Her sudden awak< ning to this 
fact, and turning to her Saviour I'm ]>. rdon and 
help to renounce the temptaiion i<> drink, 
make one ol the most touching narratives 
ever written. 

Wealth and Wine, ismo, 320 pp. 
By Miss Mary L'winellChellis, 
author of "Ternne-ance Doc- 
tor," " At Lion's Mouth," $1 25 

This book is written in her best style, show- 
ing t lie deception of the wine-cup and the 
power of woman's influence, together with the 
evil it>fl tence of social and mo erate drinking. 
It* 11 1 r- ; t and Christian tone U excellent, and 
ooii" can ki] to be profited by its teachings. 



The Life Cruise of Captain Bess 
Adams. i2mo, 413 pa^es. By 
Mrs. J. McNaik Wright, author 
of Nothing to Drink, etc., $1 60 

A sea-story, filled with thrilling adventures 
on the deep, ami intensely interesting scenes 



town 



pro 



vinsr effectual! 



a quaint 
y that al 



Icoholic drinks 



are not needed on shipboard or on land, and 
should be absolutely banished. The brave 
Christian character of Captaiu Adams and the 
heroism of his daughter, B«ss. together with 
the pure relij ' 
make this one 
ever written. 



ins uaujjnier, n«ss. logeiner wnn 
ijrious tone pervading every page, 
>ne of the most interesting books 



The Model Landlord. i8mo. By 

Mrs. M. A. Holt, author of 

•John Bentlev's' Mistake," 

" Work and Reward," . . $0 60 

It shows how a " model landlord " who 
keeps a gilded saloon for fashionable wine- 
drinke s, though he may attend church, give 
money to the poor, and circulate in the "first 
society," may be the great"5t instrument is 
leading the young down to destruction. 



Miscellaneous Publications 
The Rases of the Temperance Re- 
form. i2mo. 224 pa^cs. Bv Rev. 
Dawson Ui-rns $1 00 

This is an English prize essay, which took 
the second prize undei the liberal offer of 
James Tear- for tiie best essay on the entire 
temperance question. 



Bacchus Dethroned. nmo, 248 
pages. By Frederick Powell, 
P 8 $1 00 

TUis is an English prize essav, written in re- 
sponse to a prize offered by J >mea Teare, of 
England, for the best temperance essay. The 
qufMion is p esented in all its phases, physio- 
loir'cal, s > 'i;d, political, moral, and leli- 
gious. It is very comprehensive. 

The National Temperance Orator. 

i2mo, 288 pp. By Miss L. Pe ney, 
$1 00 

This Is issued in response to the many ur- 
gent calls Tor a book similar to the "New 
Temperance Speake ," used widely through- 
out tlie opnittry. Is contains articles by the 
host temper «nce writers of thw day, poems, 
recitations, readings, dialogues, mil choice 
extracts irom speeches from some of the ablest 
temperance flpeukeis in the country, or the 
US'" o all temperance workers, Lodges, Divi- 
sions, Bands <>f Hope, etc., rJc. 

Bugle Notes for the Temperance 
Army. Price, paper .overs. 30 
cents; boards $0 85 

A new collection of Songs. Qtmrfets, and 
(4 lee*, lor the use of nil Temperance g'thflr- 
njrs, glee clubs, etc., together with the Odes of 
the Sons of Twraperance and Good TemplarB. 



Temperance Chimes. Price, in 
paper covers, 30 cents, single 
copies; $25 per hundred. Price, 
in board covers, 35 cents ; per 
hundred, $30 00 

A Temperance Hymn and Tune-Book of 128 
pages, comprising a great variety 01' Glees, 
Songs, and Hymns designed for the use of Tem- 
perance Meetings and Organizations, Bands of 
Hope, Gle~ Clubs, and the Home Circle. Many 
of the Hymns have been written expressly for 
fiis hook by some of the best writers in the. 
country 

Bound Yolumes of Sermons, $1 50 

Seventeen sermons delivered upon the invi- 
tation of The National Temperance Society, 
and published in the National Series, have nil 
been bound in one volume, making 400 page* 
of the best temperance matter of the kind ever 
published. The sermons are by Revs Henry 
Ward Beecher, T L. Cuyler,T. De Witt Tal- 
maee, J B. Dunn, John Hall. J. P. Newman, 
J. W. Mears, C. D. Foss, J Romeyn Berry. 
Herrick Johnson, Peter Stryker, C. H. Fowler 
H C Fish, H. W» Warren, S. H. Tyng. and 
W. M. Taylor. 

Text-Book of Temperance. By 
Dr. F. R. Lees, . . . . $1 50 

We can also furnish the above hook, which is 
divided into the following pints : 1. temper- 
ance as a Virtue. '2. The Chemical History of 
Alcohol. 3 The Dietetics of Temperance. 4. 
The Pathology of [ntemper in e. 5. The Medi- 
cal Question. G Temperance in Relation to 
the Bible. 7. Historical. 8, The National 
Question and the Remedy. 9. Th« Philo»ofhy 
of Temperance. 



The National Temperance Society's Books. 



Forty Years' Fight with the Drink 
Demon. 121110, 400 pages. By 
Charles Jewett, M.D., . $1 50 

This volume comprises the history of Dr. 
Jewett's public and private labors from 1826 to 
the present time, with sketches of the most 
popular and distinguished advocates of the 
cause in its earlier stages. It also records the 
results of forty years' observation, study, .and 
reflections upon the use of intoxicating drinks 
and drugs, and suggestions as to the best 
methods oi advancing the cause, etc. The book 
is handsomely bound, and contains illustrated 
portraits of early champions of the cause 

Drops of Water. i2mo, 133 pages. 
By Miss Ella Wheeler, $0 75 

A new book of fifty-six Temperance Poems 
by this young and talented authoress, suitable 
for reading in Temperance Societies, Lodge 
Rooms, Divisions, etc. The simplicity of man- 
ner, beauty of expression,, earnestness of 
thought, and nobleness of sentiment running 
through all of them make this book a real 
gem, Worthy a place by the side of any of the 
poetry in the country. 

Bound Yolume of Tracts. 500 
pages, . $1 00 

This volume contains all the four, eight, and 
twelve page tracts published by the National 
Temperance Socieij, and comprises Argu- 
ments. Statistics, bketches. and Essays, which 
make it an invaluable collection for every 
friend of the Temperance Reform, 

Bound Yolume of Tracts. No. 2. 
^384 PP., $1 00 

Containing all the twenty-four and forty- 
eight page pamphlets and prize essays publish- 
ed by the National Temperance Society since 
ita •rganicatien. 

Scripture Testimony Against In- 
toxicating Wine. * By Rev. Wm. 
Ritchie, of Scotland, . . $0 60 

An unanswerable refutation of the theory 
that the Scriptures favor the idea of the 
use of intoxicating wine as a beverage. It 
takes the different kinds of wines mentioned in 
the Scriptures, investigates their specific na- 
ture, and shows wherein they differ. 

Zoological Temperance Convention. 

By Rev. Edward Hitchcock, 
^D.D., of Amherst College, $0 75 

This fable gives an interesting and enterr-;.. 
mgaccountofaCoiiveiiti.nl of Animals h~l 
in Central A rica, and reports the -- 
made on the occasion 



Delavan's Consideration of the Tem- 
perance Argument and History, 

$1 50 

This condensed and comprehensive work con- 
tains Essays and Selections from different au- 
thors, collected and ed»ited by Edward C. De- 
i.avan, Esq., and is one or the most valuable 
tt-xt-books on the subject of Temperance ever 
issued. 

Bible Rule of Temperance ; or, 
Total Abstinence from all Intox- 
icating Drinks. By Rev. George 
Duffield, D.D., . . . . $0 00 

This is the ablest and most reliable work 
which has been issued on the subject Tiie im- 
morality of the us , sale, an l manufacture of 
intoxicating liquors as a beverage is cms dered 
in the light ot the scriptures, and the will ami 
law of God clearly, presented 

Alcohol: Its Nature and Effects. 

By Charles A. Storey, M.D., 

$0 90 

This is a thoroughly scientific work, yet 
written in afresh, vigorous, and popular style, 
in language that the masses can understand. 
It consists of ten lectures carefully prepared, 
and is an entirely new work by on u amply com- 
petent to .present the subject. 

Four Pillars of Temperance. By 

John W. Kirton, . . . $0 75 

The Four Pillars are, Reason, Science, Scrip- 
ture, and Experience. The book is argumenta- 
tive, historical, and statistical, and the facts, 
appeals, and arguments are presented in a most 
convincing and masterly manner. 

Communion Wine; or, Bible Tem- 
perance, By Rev. William M. 
Thayer. Paper, 20 cents ; cloth, 

$0 50* 

An unanswerable argument against the use 
of intoxicating wine at Communion, and pre- 
senting the Bible argument in favor of total 
abstinence 

Bible Wines; ; or. The Laws of Fer- 
mentation and Wines of the 
Ancients. 12010. 139 pages. By 
Rev. Wm. Patton, D.D. P^ne-. 
30 cts. : cloth $0 tfO 

It presents the whole matter of Bible Teu»- 
perance and the wines of ancient times in a 
new, clear, and satis' actory manner, develop. 
ing the law3 of fermentation, and giving a large 
number of references and statistics never befow 
oollected, showing COnclusivel- the existence o< 
unfermented vine m \he olden time. 

Alcohol: Its Place and Power, by 

James Miller ; and The Use and 

Abuse of Tobacco, by John Li- 

1 zars, $1 00 



The National Temperance Society's Books. 




The Medical Use of Alcohol. Three 
Lectures by James Edmunds, 
M.D., Member of the Royal Col- 
lege of Physicians of London, 
Senior Physician to the London 
Temperance Hospital. i2mo, 96 
pp. Paper cover, 25 cents ; 
cloth, ....*.... $0 60 

Dr. Edmunds is one of the ablest physicians 
of England, has thoroughly studied the whole 
question from a Medical stand-point, and not 



in the interest of the cause of Temperance. It 
is, however, clearly shown that Science and 
Tempe.ance both point in one direction, and 
this book should find its way into every house- 
hold in the land. 
The three Lectures are as follows: 

1. The Medical Use of AJcohol. 

2. Stimulants for Women and Nursing 

Mothers. 

3. The Dietetic Use of Alcohol. 

It is a full and reliable exposit'on from one 
of the ablest physicians of the world, and we 
hope it will be widely circulated. 



The Youth's Temperance Banner 

The National Temperance Society and Publication House publish a beautiful 1 }- illustrated 
Monthly Paper, especially adapted to children and youth, Sunday-school and Juvenile Tem- 
perance Organizations. Each number contains several choice engravings, apiece of music, and a 
great variety of articles from the pens of the best writers for children in America. It should be 
placed in the hands of every child in the land. 

TERMS IN ADVANCE. INCLUDING POSTAGE : 

Single copy, one year $0 35 Thirty copies to one address .... $4 05 

Eight, to one address 108 Forty, " " 5 40 

Ten, " " 135 Fifty, " " 6 75 

Twenty," " 2 70 Onehundred, " 13 00 

THE NATIONAL TEMPERANCE ADVOCATE. 

The National Temperance Society and Publication House publish a 
Monthly Temperance Paper, the object of which is to promote the interests 
of the cause of Temperance by disseminating light from every quarter upon 
its moral, social, financial, and scientific bearings. The best talent in the land 
will be secured for its editors and contributors. Terms in advance, including 
postage, one dollar and ten cents a year. 10 copies, to one address. $10 ; 20 
copies, to one address, $18. All over 20 at the last-named rate, which includes 
postage. 



Twenty-four Pagre Pamphlets. (With Covers.) 
Fire Cents each ; 60 Cents per Doz. 



la Alcohol Food ! 

Physiological Action of Alcohol. 

Adulteration of Liqr.ors. 

Will the Coming Man I>rink Wine! 

History and Mystery of a Glass of Ale. 

Bible Teetotaifsm. 



Medicinal Drinking. 
Drinking Usages of Society. 
Fruits of the Liquor Traffic. 
Is Alcohol a Necessarv ol Lift! 
A High Fence of Fifteen Bart 
Tbe Son of Mv Friend 



Band of Hope Supplies, 



Band of Hope Manual. Per dozen, 
Temperance Catechism. Per dozen, 
Band of Hope Melodies. Paper, 
Band of Hope Badge. Enamelled, $1 25 

per dozen; 12 cents singly. Plain, 

il per dozen ; 10 cents singly. 

Silver and Enamelled, 50 cents 

each. 



Set of 



Juvenile Temperance Speaker. 
Illuminated Temperance Cards 

ten 
Juvenile Temperance Pledges. PeriOO, 
Certificates of Membership Per 100, - 
Tbe Temperance Speaker, 
Catechism on Alcohol. By Miss Julia 

Colman. Per dozen, 



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